Текст песни Ю.Визбор - Лето село в зарю

SUMMER village in the dawn
Muses. and poems - Yuri Vizbor

Summer is a village in the dawn
In September, the weather.
Summer fell to the South,
As if sunk into the water.

Only traces of it
Up to you, dear -
Purple smoke ...
(In the park leaves burn)

Heap of those easy
Gold epaulettes
And burn like poetry
Forgotten poets.

Heartless and young,
The wind blows from the North -
Eh rakes June
Whether August stacks ...

Like two crane
On gay Mour
Like two mower
On the evening of the field -

We fly over.
Only her lips were burning.
And swept over us,
Like the stars of the week ...

Sun yellow skein ...
Summer floated softly,
Like a blue scarf
Over green kayak.

And do not fly bushes -
This meeting flicker.
And do not burn the sheets -
Our summer burn.

And the forests are empty,
All are empty, my dear!
And do not burn the sheets -
Our summer burn ...

1970