Текст песни АлисА - Осеннее солнце

See how August falls from the apple trees,
it is harvest,
this is September.
Wet washed shore
birds are sung by birds.
From a string of mourning dates
this day,
only this day,
Crying ...
See how the winds gather in packs
the most tired,
How to raise and turn
over the Crucifixion leaves,
Look how the forest blazes
and slowly goes out.
This is September ...
The autumn sun is a surreal death,
The autumn sun is a harvest,
The autumn sun falls down with leaves.
Spring will someday be tomorrow.
Look how the blood makes a dense swamp
kikimora-cranberry,
Like witch-crows
day of ascension,
Look how in the shroud
fog dresses up lakes,
Like a stellet of stars on the water itself
the heavens.
Look, like the branches and shadows of trees
lie down on the grass,
How souls swirl over domes
the sound of Blagovest,
As they remember wine and bread,
how to see off
Summer,
summer...