Черный Лукич - Бабье Лето
текст песни

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage bones
Give me in a battle of unlucky flint
A smooth gun trigger

The governor is deposited
Dashing guards,
Wearing wigs and stockings,
Under the guise of maids are trying to hide
Well,
You can rest now
Lie down on the overcoat and forget
Or walk on plant groves,
I have never seen
Where are herbs and stones until this night
Only a rare eye was available

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage bones
Give me in a battle of unlucky flint
A smooth gun trigger

Here the air is filled
And even space
The meaningless smell of the forest
On the bench swinging from Lev to the right
The poetry unknown to me is sitting
Do you remember, comrade, the trenches were digging
Medicinal smell, burning soot
How they climbed onto the walls, like the ditches
The bodies of friends were filled to the edges

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage bones
Give me in a battle of unlucky flint
A smooth gun trigger

And those who are in the wagon or somewhere at the headquarters
Now not funny, but insulting
When our light green banners
The whole universe is visible
From dark dungeons that were dungeons
We will arrange for all dungeon parks
So that children in the presence of adults stare
On the stronger stones and on the quality of welding

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage bones
Give me in a battle of unlucky flint
Smooth

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage bones
Give me in a battle of unlucky flint
Smooth

Indian summer
Indian summer
Yellow foliage bones
Give me in a battle of unlucky flint
A smooth gun trigger