Текст песни Сирин - Огромная осень

(C) Gregory Voyner

             Burning - though the city umbrella Cover -
             The sun generously splashing fire gratuitous,
             And pulled out of the cracks in the asphalt whitish
             Toxic-green fingers of grass.

             We wandered along these poisoned cracks,
             And they seemed to be a maze of sleep.
             We met in the way of interesting things
             And things gave their names.

             It was yesterday, so was not at all.
             Do not try to challenge me right.
             In the yard is hiding a huge fall,
             I love you around her finger circled.

             Her hands maple leaves revelation.
             This autumn the winter was going to die.
             On the ninth cloud need to climb
             In order to examine its entirety.

             Today toga on me, and not just a T-shirt.
             I'm certainly no angel, and certainly not the devil.
             I'll get the most out of his toga needle
             And diamonds vyshyu ovchinka heaven.

             And rising to the abode of rain and snow storms,
             So all of a sudden and strange winged light,
             We will understand that the first did not want to understand:
             The world is not too small, but we are great for him.

                                              11.12.99.