Текст песни 1999 год - Утро осеннее

Morning autumn

sad Autumn colors palette
Fly prepares light sadness.
Wet hand you do not vytresh tears,
Unless they become fresher taste.

Spruce and pine, moss yellowed,
Mёrzlaya lead drizzle of rain,
White Crane, flown away into the distance,
The day is shorter, clearer and years.

And in a dream
The first snow falls.

Gnarled apple trees late children
Fall morning in your wicked hem.
Stokes bucket rowdy wind
The slimy pit with rusty water.

Shawl ukroesh chilly shoulders,
You remember and youth, and love.
Sitting by the stove, do not heal wounds,
Is that become dumber their pain.

And in a dream
The first snow falls.

sad Autumn colors palette
Oblivion prepares bright sadness,
Wet hand you do not vytresh tears,
Unless they become fresher taste.