в гости в осень не бывает опозданий

слова и музыка Ю. Шевчука
https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=ZZrDRZCmc_A

the latter-days autumn - no line, neither sigh,
the latter-day songs were shedded in summer,
with farewell balefire the epoch's dying down,
and we're looking after the shadows and lights
the very last autumn, the very last autumn.

an autumnal windstorm has joyously dispelled
all what has been smothering us dusty night;
all that has been giving, and playing, and flickered,
was unripped by ash-aspen windgust asunder
the very last autumn, the very last autumn.

ah, Alexander Sergeevich, dear,
but why have you told us just nothing about?
of how have you loved, and looked for, and lived,
on what have you known in th' final year' crown,
in the final autumn, in the final autumn.

esurient billow hissingly swallowed
an autumnal sunlight, and behind the clouds
you will not remember of what were hereall
and you won't touch dusty grass with your palms.
into the last autumn the poets are leaving,
they can't be regained, the shutters are boarded;
remain are the rains and the frozen up rivers,
remain are the love and the enlived up stones
in the latest autumn.
in the latest autumn.

#a_ex

// http://www.stihi.ru/2016/08/31/4801

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