Текст песни Санкт-Петербург - Осень 1970 года

Autumn, Autumn, Autumn
Somewhere left the summer
But there is no more of it, no
No more of it, no

Autumn, Autumn, Autumn
What are the bent trees asking?
Maybe summer
But there is no more of it, no

In the autumn
Leaves rustle underfoot
Many like this
And I ask for warmth and summer
But there is no more of it, no

Autumn, Autumn, Autumn
Somewhere left the summer
But there is no more of it, no
No more of it, no

In the autumn
Leaves rustle underfoot
Many like this
I am twenty years old
I'm going against the wind
And you are with me - we are two wet berets
And there is no summer anymore, no

Autumn…