Осенняя любовь [Osennyaya lyubov'] [English translation]

Foretold autumn sun on the palm.

It warms my soul in an hour on a teaspoon.

Prompt way, tell him.

Give hope autumn, heart, my heart.

Warms my memory, warm, little by little.

Tell me fall, where the love of the track.

She weeps bitterly in the wind, weeping poplar.

Do not worry, Fall says.

I love you.

I love you...

Leaves yellow and red are my girlfriend.

Autumn shameless bright freckles.

Night of my warm, fortunately awake.

Give hope autumn, heart, my heart.

Warms my memory, warm, little by little.

Tell me fall, where the love of the track.

She weeps bitterly in the wind, weeping poplar.

Do not worry, Fall says.

I love you.

I love you...

I love you...

I love you...

Warms my memory, warm, little by little.

Tell me fall, where the love of the track.

She weeps bitterly in the wind, weeping poplar.

Do not worry, Fall says.

I love you.

I love you ... I love you ...

• Artist:Ani Lorak