Indian summer.

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/ The bright memory of my stepfather -

From his poetic heritage /

Not in the spring, not red summer

I was accidentally lucky

Gray autumn from the meeting

It’s light on my soul.

Babier Summer, Babier Summer,

Spider webs

Babier Summer, Babier Summer,

It’s light on my soul.

We are birch with sheets

She spread her carpet

Spruce with odorous branches

The headboard removed.

Babier Summer, Babier Summer,

Stars of velvet nights,

Babier Summer, Babier Summer,

The beauty of your eyes.

Do not reproach me in this,

I don't crooked my soul,

Not in the spring, not in red summer,

I love gray autumn.

Babier Summer, Babier Summer,

Screaming farewell crane,

Babier Summer, Babier Summer,

I was alarmed by me.