Текст песни Иеромонах Роман - Красотой октября запорошен

Powdered with the beauty of October
The forest in a high rush calmed down,
Only an aspen trembling before death
Drives longing for others.

Saving the world from the perilous charm,
Calling for the hour of repentance
The Wind Rises Isaiah
To expose the splendor of groves and forests.

And nature repenting in that splendor
Tormenting such beauty!
With bloody tongues
Paving the path for the prophet.

And by the morning, tired of the prophecies,
The wind became invisible again.
... Carefree little maple babble
His penultimate tongue.