Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Бабье лето

Maples painted the city
       G7 C A7
Witchcraft with some color,
         Dm Am
So soon, so soon
      E7 F A7
Indian summer, Indian summer.
         Dm Am
So soon, so soon
      E Am
Indian summer, Indian summer.

That leaves disappear so quickly,
I do not understand anything.
And I catch like these leaves
Our dates, our dates.

Only here is scolded by my mother,
That I do not have nights.
That I'm too often drunk
In the Indian summer, in the Indian summer.

And I'm kidding around
With the most windy of women,
And I've wanted this for a long time,
And no more, and no less.

And I forgot when I was home,
Has confused nights and dawns.
It's a whirlpool, oh, it's a whirlpool -
Indian summer, Indian summer.

1962