Вальс-бостон [Val's-boston] [English translation]

Upon the rug of yellow leaves

In a simple dress

Made of gifted by wind crêpe de Chine

Autumn was dancing in the yard Boston waltz

Warm day was departing

And hoarsely sang saxophone.

And from the whole neighbourhood people were coming to us,

And from all the local roofs birds were descending,

To clap their wings for the golden dancer...

How long, how long ago did the music play there.

How often do I see this dream,

My wonderful dream,

In which the autumn is dancing Boston waltz for us.

There the leaves are falling down,

And the vinyl's circle is spinning:

"Don't leave me, stay a while, you're my caprice."

How often do I see this dream,

My wonderful dream,

In which the autumn is dancing Boston waltz for us.

Drunken with ecstasy,

Mindless of years that passed,

This old house, long in love with its own youth,

Was swaying with all its walls, all its windows ajar,

And to all who lived in it

It gifted this miracle.

And when all sounds faded in nightly dusk -

Everything has its end, its beginning, -

Suddenly sad, autumn teared up with a little rain...

Oh, such a pity about this waltz, it was so pleasant to be in it.

How often do I see this dream,

My wonderful dream,

In which the autumn is dancing Boston waltz for us.

There the leaves are falling down,

And the vinyl's circle is spinning:

"Don't leave me, stay a while, you're my caprice."

How often do I see this dream,

My wonderful dream,

In which the autumn is dancing Boston waltz for us.