Текст песни Виктор Третьяков - Осенний романс

When the clock will play twelve times ,
I light a candle in the cell close .
And together with the candles burn out,
Melt in heavenly harmony .

And the music , like an obsession ,
Flows into my hands when substituted ...
So there is a mystery birthday,
And the angels are drawn to sounds.

The night outside , but you beside me ,
And the warmth of your stored music ,
And I dare not lie even glance
Because so easily vulnerable soul .

After all, Love, like a candle burning ,
The same supple flesh .
And we are sad about leaving life ,
What , right , at the time the angels cry.

Clock strikes and summarize results ,
But the music is played as a battle .
And now falls under our feet
Last autumn prayer .

Such a sad this time of year :
The Lord is not in vain moments chooses ...
And dying in autumn nature
But ... how beautiful she is dying!