Московская осень [Moskovskaya osen'] [English translation]

Autumn came over Moscow

The rain is drummming on the leaves

The Ostankino Tower has pierced a cloud

And it's raining over the Ostankino District

People are rushing to the metro

I am hopping my way through the puddles

Into the bar

Where a barman give me a glass of wine

It's raining over the Tverskaya-Yamskaya street,

Over the Fili District and the Schelkovskaya street

The rain has captured Moscow

Like Napoleon did

The flock of migratory birds is

A farewell swing

The barman serves his friends rum

On the tab

The Moscow Autumn...

A maple sheds its last leaves reluctantly

And my memory takes me away like the wind

To another Moscow Autumn

Life is not an exotic thing

A Moscow woman is standing under the umbrella

Barocco and Gothic,

Madonna on stilts

There is a Stephen King paperback in her handback

Sting is crying in her player

The slight mist is wafting off her lips

And her glasses are sparkling

The Moscow Autumn...

The darkness is falling early, it's dark at eight of clock

And my memory takes me away like the wind

To another Moscow Autumn

The rain got tired drizzling,

A cat slips into a basement

A golden maple leaf

Fell on the grass

It's the time of sad verses,

Vermouth and umbrellas

Autumn came to Moscow

In a cloud of pungent scent

The Moscow Autumn...

There is a bright day someday

And my memory takes me away like the wind

To another Moscow Autumn

And my memory takes me away like the wind

To another Moscow Autumn