Текст песни Р. Кириченко. - Бабине лiто

Indian Summer

Words: Vadim Krischenko
Music: Leonid Nechiporuk

Execution: Raisa Kirichenko

In plan looks on the way:
Who will come, or who will come?
Some expectation in the eyes
Although there is no trace of sorrow,
She still keeps the love
It's like going to escape
That summer, my grandmother already
Lail slowly on her shoulder.

Chorus:
Babi summer, my grandmother's summer,
Why do you go so fast? Do not go!
From a glass of tenderness has not yet been interrogated
Strange traces have not yet disappeared from the lips.
Babi summer, my grandmother is summer
Silently dresses in his palatine.
Years rushed like a rainbow
And they stopped at the daisies.

Touched the mention of the forehead
Because there is so little solace.
It seems as if he did not live
It seems as if I did not like it.
When did fly fly that August?
When did you tap on September?
How difficult it is to go to the cold
When the fire is still rubbing hands.

Chorus.

What to say what? Tell me!
Not to lose in the gray shadow,
A woman, like a bunch of daisies
Beautiful and, unfortunately, autumn ...

Chorus.

And stopped at the daisies ...