Текст песни Цепкало Сергей - Гроздья рябины

All around, like a mist:
I'm not sober, not drunk
Outside, vanity,
At the heart maeta
Hey, neighbor - old
Maybe drink wine
Good old codger
All is not what it is not so

And only bunches of rowan
Yes Crazy scarlet sunset
And only bunches of rowan
In the window to me look
And only bunches of rowan
Crimson fire burn
Vicious circle
Old friend of mine
Birds to the south
Flying

Yellowed old maple
Life is like a dream
Birds fly south
Do not bring them back
And the clouds float
From a distance, nowhere
A mountain ash lit
So that the heart hurts

And only bunches of rowan
Yes Crazy scarlet sunset
And only bunches of rowan
In the window to me look
And only bunches of rowan
Crimson fire burn
Vicious circle
Old friend of mine
Birds to the south
Flying

Do not be sad old
Our life is like a moment
Well we sit
By talking to souls
Drink wine, do not rush
Yes, live - do not grieve
What is sad to miss
Sooner we die