Lyrics Андрей Земсков - Уходящая сказка

The cat licks water from a saucer.
The sun is overhead.
People leave, but - remain
Snow, foliage, grass,
With the autumn wind, the ringing of the tram,
By the noisy flow of the river
Sending us clear signs
Contrary to nonexistence.

Let us shudder, raise our full bowls!
Was it in vain that we went ahead?
And our angels will sing to us,
Sitting at a common table.
In the twilight of summer we warm up
On Patriarch's Ponds
At the turnstile - and we won't be back
Nowhere else.

Lion wings, Krylov's chair,
Woland's black cane ...
Sharp word second arrow
Time pierced right through.
Suture the sky with a thread, -
Dragee pours on top.
Here is your wormwood, Gray Neck, -
Homeland to the bird's soul.

The cat fell asleep, covered with a paw.
Winter is coming ...
Time to touch, sky to grow
The bins are full of snow.
City on a hill, guttural bugle
The voice of Krapivinsky books
Gaidar's bag, distant lands,
Evening to the window nestled ...

People go, songs go ...
What's left? River,
The shore is sandy and a steamer.
From the deck they wave: "Bye!"
Summer on the wings of the ducks carry away
Those who have been waiting for warmth.
We are left with a bright autumn.
Where did you go? ..