Текст песни Ю.Ключарёва - Вернись

Noise ringing songs forgets autumn,
The last day is the last quietly ill,
Something whispering leaves like a yellow brush
This forest wrote an artist - light sleep.

Silence caress, gentle wind blows,
Whispering with yellow leaves: "Only call! .."
Without you, probably not on this light
Neither the earth, no sky, nor love.

Each of us sometime
Something was guilty
It does not matter to me now.
I feel sad without you
Return better, my dear! -
I'll tell you the door with a smile.

You probably, too, somewhere quietly wander,
You think among us has grown the wall.
Just for some reason, people do not find
Sometimes a little caress and heat.

Because of the stupid disputes, we do not hear souls,
We speak to each other sharp words.
These wounds in the heart are not dried, you hear
As Yellow foliage now brought.

Each of us sometime
Something was guilty
It does not matter to me now.
I feel sad without you
Return better, my dear! -
I'll tell you the door with a smile.