Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Тебя я встретил поздней осенью..

I met you in the late autumn,
And the conversation was about anything.
Tramp-wind climbed to our hair,
Whispered something about her.
You said that we have nothing to wait for,
Though known then and could not,
That the pain of separation stone thrown
We flew in from around the corner.

You're far away from me
In yubchonke plaid.
You're far away from me,
Like a sail in the blue waves.
You're far away from me,
Separated eternal us.
You're far away from me,
Happiness was in his hands.

And I went overseas separations,
And the salt anxiety I burned language
But while all yanked out of the hands:
Girl, fall, sweet moment.
But one day, many years later,
Among the palms and sultry bustle
I remembered you in the confusion of the day,
Your eyes, your features.

You're far away from me
In yubchonke plaid.
You're far away from me,
Like a sail in the blue waves.
You're far away from me,
Separated eternal us.
You're far away from me,
Happiness was in his hands.