Осень — Autumn

Поэт (Lyricist):  Галина Александровна Везикова
Композитор (Composer):  Л. Белоцкая
Обработка (Arranger): V. Aficiuc
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Вот опять наступила осень.
Vot opyat' nastupila osen'.
Here again has tread autumn.

Листья счастья по свету ищут.
List'ya schast'ya po svetu ishchut.
Leaves [of] happiness through [the] light look for.

Дождь слёзливо  о чём-то просит,
Dozhd' slyozlivo o chom-to prosit,
Rain tearfully for something pleads,

Словно нищий.
Slovno nishchiy.
As if [a] beggar.

Припев:
И с прощальным напевом птицы
I s proshchal'nym napevom ptitsy
And with parting song [of a] bird

Улетают вдогонку лету,
Uletayut vdogonku letu,
Fly after (persuit of) summer,

И куда-то душа стремится,
I kuda-to dusha stremitsya,
And somewhere [the] soul strives,

Словно птица тоскуя в клетке.
Slovno ptitsa toskuya v kletke.
As if bird yearning in [a] cage.

От унылых дождей ненастных
Ot unylykh dozhdey nenastnykh
From dismal/dreary rains inclement

И от ветров тревожных песен
I ot vetrov trevozhnykh pesen
And from wind's distressing songs

Так хотелось бы вдруг попасть мне
Tak khotelos' by vdrug popast' mne
So [I] want would suddenly to get me

В край небесный.
V kray nebesnyy.
To country heavenly.

В том краю нет скорбей, тревоги,
V tom krayu net skorbey, trevogi,
In that land no worries, alarms,

Там Спаситель нас ждёт с любовью,
Tam Spasitel' nas zhdot s lyubov'yu,
There [the] Savior [for] us waits with love,

Освятив путь земной дороги
Osvyativ put' zemnoy dorogi
Sanctifying [the] way [of] earth's road

Своей кровью.
Svoyey krov'yu.
[by] His blood.

Припев:
Там не будет прощальных песен,
Tam ne budet proshchal'nykh pesen,
There no will be parting songs,

Позабудет душа печали
Pozabudet dusha pechali
[They] will forget [the] soul's sorrow

И со всеми святыми вместе
I so vsemi svyatymi vmeste
A with all the saints together

Иисуса Христа прославим.
Iisusa Khrista proslavim.
Jesus Christ [we] will praise.

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Here again has Autumn tread.
Leaves of happiness search for light.
Rain tearfully asked for something,
like a beggar.

Chorus:
And with a parting song of a bird
Fly away in pursuit of summer,
And somewhere the soul strives
As if a bird yearning a a cage.

From deary, inclement rains
And from the wind's distressing songs,
So would I long to get me
To the Heavenly country.

In that land there are no worries, no alarms,
There the Savior waits for us with love,
Sanctifying the earthly road
By His blood.

Chorus:
There will be no parting songs,
There they will forget the soul's sorrows
And with all the saints together
Jesus Christ we will praise.