Текст песни Владимир Болдырев - Осенний лист

Marina means the wind from the sea.
Marinist writes Marina.
Without quarreling
Not arguing with anyone
Flies from chestnuts
A belated yellow leaf.

Wait, artist, I am very sad,
A magic brush
Change everything!
This fall to me
No need at all.
You are better than summer to us
Funny return.

Draw chestnuts in green hats,
Forget about the sea - it storms.
And the waves are shaky
On the hind legs,
Dancing, drunk
And they fight about granite.

Well, Marina, what will happen next?
I am not an artist, not Marinist.
I'm real
Easily flying,
Dried by the wind
Autumn leaf.