Lyrics Чёрный Лукич - Бабье лето

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage fire
Give me in battle a namokokshego flint
Smooth rifle trigger

The governor is deposed
Dashing Guards,
Wearing wigs and stockings,
Under the guise of maidservants try to hide
Well,
Now you can relax
Lie down on your overcoat and forget yourself
Or walk in the vegetable groves,
Who I have not seen
Where the grass and stones until this night
Only the rare eye was accessible

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage fire
Give me in battle a namokokshego flint
Smooth rifle trigger

Here the air is full
And even space
The senseless scent of the forest
On the bench, swinging from left to right
Sits unknown to me poetess
Do you remember, comrade, the trenches were digging
Medicinal smell, burnt soot
How climbed on the walls, like serf moats
The bodies of friends to the brim filled

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage fire
Give me in battle a namokokshego flint
Smooth rifle trigger

And those who are in a train or somewhere in the headquarters
Now it's not funny, but offensively
When our light green banners
The whole universe can be seen
From the dark dungeons that the dungeons were
We will arrange for all the underground parks
So that children in the presence of adults would stare
On the strength of stones and on the quality of welding

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage fire
Give me in battle a namokokshego flint
Smooth

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage fire
Give me in battle a namokokshego flint
Smooth

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage fire
Give me in battle a namokokshego flint
Smooth rifle trigger