Lyrics Ирина Круг - Первая осень разлуки...

On the autumn streets of Tverskoy
Flocks of yellow leaves fly by
Like pages of scorched letters
Abandoned by your city

x2:
Chalice of trouble until full
Only whether the hands hold
First autumn one
The first autumn of separation

I wander through the rooms empty
Where did your voice live not long ago
Where with me talked about the main thing
And now as if the house froze

x2:
Chalice of trouble until full
Only whether the hands hold
First autumn one
The first autumn of separation

And, involuntarily, the whole world died down
The world is kept by me and you
The world lit by our love
God consecrated for two

x2:
Chalice of trouble until full
Only whether the hands hold
First autumn one
The first autumn of separation