Текст песни Мария бунтарская - Осень - Евгений Евтушенко

It's autumn time inside me.
It's transparent cool inside me
and I'm sad and, but not bleak,
and I am full of humility and goodness.

And if I rage sometimes.
then it’s me raging, flying around,
and a thought comes, sad, simple,
that raging is not the main need.

And the main need is to succeed
yourself and the world of struggle and upheaval
to see in the nudity of autumn,
when you and the world are visible through and through.

Insights are children of silence.
It's not scary if we are not noisy.
Calmly throw off all that was noise
in the name of new leaves we must.

Something happened, apparently, to me,
and only in silence I rely
where the leaves, overlapping each other,
inaudibly become earth.

And you see everything, as from a certain height,
when you manage to drop the leaves by the deadline,
when dispassionately inner autumn
puts air fingers on his forehead.