Михаил Шуфутинский - Индейское лето
текст песни

Summer whistled past in a flash
Warrior Winnetou smokes the pipe of peace
Along the Moscow River, weeping, the wind hides
The gold of the Apaches in the fallen leaves

Somewhere in the distance, lightly passing by
On the Moscow River, rain on a steamboat
There, for years, from the deck at dawn
Joe Dassin sings about an Indian summer

A door creaks softly, or a bird cries out
Where is it now, who keeps it?
Winnetou throws brushwood into the campfire smoke
Summer on the fly ignites autumn

In the glow of dawn, the ruby ​​stars melt
How it burns, like clusters of rowan berries!
And the campfire trembles, playing with the flames
The mirages of life burn in that fire

What did I look for in them? What did I sow in them?
In the scattering of sand, a golden seed
I never found it and let it drift on the wind
The tattered silk of the sky, and the flame of the rowan tree

Is it truth or lies - what was it?
The Indian chief gives me no answer
Quiet nature is silent with him
And a song floats in the night from the steamboat

Somewhere in the distance, lightly passing by
On the Moscow River, rain on a steamboat
There, for years, from the deck at dawn
Joe Dassin sings about an Indian summer