Текст песни Павел Кашин и Ирина Миклошич - Пока мы с осенью прощались

While we were saying goodbye to autumn
(music by Pavel Kashin)

While we were saying goodbye to autumn,
In the forests of the smell of bad roads.
And the rain is wrinkled tired
To the fields calmed down.
In flight, the birds conferred
After all, wise birds can do it:
A piece of sun in its scarlet beak
Unite for the far pass ...
Unite for the far pass ...
Unite for the far pass ...