ВИА ПРОЛЕТАРСКОЕ ТАНГО - Листопад - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The golden -core autumn goes to the kingdom and gives his own generous hand, the sorcerer of Listopad in a quiet dance floats, attracting me with witchcraft beauty, our inevitable friend of the sorcerer leaf fall, generously threw his gold to my feet, I admire your beauty leaf fall, but I am not like spring to you as spring I will give it, the gray -eyed autumn is sad, as if it escorts close friends on a long journey, the lithopad in my windows and my heart knocks on my final dance inviting me, our inevitable friend of the sorcerer leaf fall, generously threw all his gold to my feet, I will divide my sadness with you Listopad, but I love I will not give you how spring. Without heaving autumn winds, they are not afraid, they do not bother the cold impulse of close

And in your leaf fall and in your continuation