Autumn , clear morning ,
The sky seemed in a daze,
Dahl tones of pearl,
The sun is cold, distant .
Where is our first meeting ,
Bright , sharp, secret ,
That summer a memorable evening ,
Honey, if by chance?
Do not go, I beg you ,
Words of love a hundred times , I repeat .
Let autumn at the door , I do know ,
But all & quot; do not go & quot; I'm talking to you .
Our area we were never cramped .
When you're in it, it blossoms spring,
Do not go away , have not yet sung so many songs ,
Still ringing in each guitar string.
