Текст песни Юрий Шевчук и ДДТ - Осень, мертвые дожди

Autumn - dead rains
Autumn - young frosts
Choked birches
Stumbling about in Russia

Autumn - fallen foliage
Road to the road
Autumn - a mortal alarm
The drunk old man

And I'm a Tatar on the face
Yes, with the name hohlyatskaya
Why in the melancholy of the tavern
Came under the wheel

And I am stabbed to death without a knife
I was shot but not a bullet
You blew my candle out
Autumn is a dark soul

From the sky tears drizzle
Why do I repent to Him?
Soon I feel off
Instead of blood in the veins of mercury

The poetry of language
Lightweight Chimera
This stuff has no business
Until the autumn me

Autumn - dead rains
Autumn - young frosts
Choked birches
Stumbling about in Russia