Листья праздничных кленов ( Lis'ya Prazdnichnih Klenov )

Listya Prazdnichnih Klenov (Листья Праздничных Клёнов)
Sejchas ty odna, lyubov' uzhe ne vernut'
Sejchas noch' temna, i ochen' trudno usnut'
Sejchas lunnyj svet i mirazhi za oknom
Ty xochesh' znat' otvet
Listaesh' al'bom, na foto my vdvoem nedavno
Zachem sgorayut list'ya prazdnichnyx klenov
Ehto tak nelepo vzyat' i prosto predat' lyubov'
Razluki yarkie cveta unosit veter v nikuda
Sgorayut list'ya, umiraet lyubov'
Teper' tvoj vopros najdet otvet svoj spolna
Teper' vremya slez, esli net sily dlya sna
Teper' ni k chemu o proshlom nam vspominat'
No tol'ko ne pojmu, zachem zhe opyat'
Ty xochesh' vse nachat' snachala
Zachem sgorayut list'ya prazdnichnyx klenov
Ehto tak nelepo vzyat' i prosto predat' lyubov'
Razluki yarkie cveta unosit veter v nikuda
Sgorayut list'ya, umiraet lyubov'
Ya tak lyubil tebya, tak veril ya tebe
Teper' vse v proshlom, chto skazat' tebe
Ty smotrish' foto, fotografii xranyat
Takoj bespechnyj vzglyad
Zachem sgorayut list'ya prazdnichnyx klenov
Ehto tak nelepo vzyat' i prosto predat' lyubov'
Razluki yarkie cveta unosit veter v nikuda
Sgorayut list'ya, umiraet lyubov'
Lyubov', lyubov', lyubov'…
English
Leaves Of Festive Maples
Now you alone, love won't come back
Now night is dark, and vera hard to asleep
Now moonlight and mirages out of window
You want to know the answer
You are see album, on the photo we both together
Why the leaves of festive maples in fire
It's so absurd take and kill the love
Wind take bright colours of good bye to nowhere
Leaves in fire, love is dies
Now your question find the answer
Now time of tears, if you don't have powers to fall asleep
Now don't have to remember about past
But I can't understand, why again
You want to start all over
Why the leaves of festive maples in fire
It's so absurd take and kill the love
Wind take bright colours of good bye to nowhere
Leaves in fire, love is dies
I loved you so much, so much believed to you
Now all in past, what say to you
You are looking the photo, keeping it
Such a careless glance
Why the leaves of festive maples in fire
It's so absurd take and kill the love
Wind take bright colours of good bye to nowhere
Leaves in fire, love is dies
the love, the love, the love…