Текст песни Мост на Авалон - Лисий апрель

I have foretold to you the drops of rain,
I'll guess at mist.
First snow on the grass. And it gets dark so early ...
Again, the left of the sternum - an open wound -
Autumn fox
            gone to the leaves
                             in the squares.

I'll tell fortunes by yellow leaves,
Reflection in puddles under the ashen skies,
On a postcard from the country where I was, and - which was not,
And ridiculous profit and magical fiction
Messed up
          if by chance
                         wet in Moscow.

We podgadat gray winter blizzard.
We will solve the winter - will split apart,
Our aspirations, feelings, suffering, and passion -
Not a trace, sweep up overnight -
Not for long.
           Wait just b
                              fox in April ...