Текст песни Петр Термен - И листва увядает, и пахнет сырою

And the foliage withers
and smells syroyu foliage.
The sky is gray in a stroke
rough pastels.
We again punish
not gods - so maybe parks
and perhaps humans.
For what?
And for the fact that we are alive.

At the window grows
fir - green barbed snowflake.
Over a wet road
Flying yellow leaves.
And scared - Istan
your heart
And will people
Those who are alive ...
Not the ones about which you remember.

To you often fly
penetrating through the glass silently
eagle eyed
And bite you in the heart of the clock
Your heart Istan
says on-
Istan, Istan.
From love and impotence.
I - your insatiable memory