Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Мальчишкой в серой кепочке остаться

As a boy in his cap of gray stay
himself, in short.
Mizh truth and fiction stick
by leafless leaves in September.
Bench choosing the alleys
totter, the one that forever
past and future, we stick together.
Uydёm - return it here.
How I loved bleak picture,
posthumous autumn touches
where in blue pools of rowan berries,
and from mid-written poems.
Since their beginning died away,
memory is not leaving anything.
As the rain tapped on the roof,
or maybe just did not have it.
But the boy was, at least for the order,
that held his hand over his face,
silent, he wrote poems in a notebook,
in which the stitch moved to the end.