Summer picked up paints
You want white, you want red
And green, wander through the alleys
By midnight blue, gray
And the most distant whitest
To catch nomad clouds
Summer picked up the threads
What happened - look
And you will understand what you need to understand
On the orange boulevards
On the asleep sidewalks
Clouds-nomads look for
Summer picked up paints
It was exactly in a fairy tale
It was with us, so do not repeat
The wind suddenly carries away the foliage
And autumn is knocking on the windows
And he calls to wash away the colors with him