Текст песни Сергей Наговицин - Золотая осень

Apple ripe, raspberry bushes tied the grandfather,
Spread grown tobacco leaves chopped - and the works!
Summer has flown on the withered dragonfly window.
And mushroom dusted and washed the crosses and domes.

Gold autumn. Lit the stove sidekick.
In the prison yard fly-leaves bloodworms.
The wind carries them, crying katorzhanskaya soul.
Flying wedge in the sky prokurlychat cranes.

As in the poem, the stars rushed to the evening.
We kicked off his game of cards, and collected only at the beginning.
A jar of jam evenly divided yesterday.
It's just that little brother - my daughter's birthday in September.

Gold autumn. Lit the stove sidekick.
In the prison yard fly-leaves bloodworms.
The wind carries them, crying katorzhanskaya soul.
Flying wedge in the sky prokurlychat cranes.

Apple ripe, raspberry bushes tied the grandfather,
Spread grown tobacco leaves chopped - and the works!
Summer has flown on the withered dragonfly window.
And mushroom dusted and washed the crosses and domes.

Gold autumn. Lit the stove sidekick.
In the prison yard fly-leaves bloodworms.
The wind carries them, crying katorzhanskaya soul.
Flying wedge in the sky prokurlychat cranes.