V letnem parke konchilsya sezon,
I snimayut na zimu plakaty.
I zabudet stary zhyolty klyon
Muzyku, chto slushal zdes' kogda-to.
Pocherneyet zhyoltaya listva,
Upadyot na krug, gde kazhdy vecher,
Prikhodili my potancevat',
Dumaya, chto eto budet vechno.
Stary les! My ved' ne ponimali:
Leto ne budet vechnym, osen' nas razluchit.
Stary les! Po polose asfal'ta
Ya pokidayu mesto nashey lyubvi,
A les vsyo molchit...
Tronet v rechke vodu korka l'da,
Posedeyut travy na polyanakh.
Mozhet, kto-nibud', popav syuda,
Povtorit vsyo proshloye,
Vstretyatsya dva vzglyada i togda...
Stary les! My ved' ne ponimali:
Leto ne budet vechnym, osen' nas razluchit.
Stary les! Po polose asfal'ta
Ya pokidayu mesto nashey lyubvi,
A les vsyo molchit...
S mesyacem vesny uydut snega,
Stary les otkroyet svoy sezon.
Snova, kak vsegda, izdaleka
Pribegut mashiny v etot divny les
So vsekh storon...
Stary les...
Stary les...
Stary les...
Stary les...