Autumn Knows that winter is coming Knows that happiness is weak Loves light and luxury Brightly burning herself Autumn is a woman with a past Will fall to her feet in a dress And not worrying about anything Loves to forget about caution Drunk, squeezed to the bottom Is it snow like laughter? Is it laughter like snow? But back to love Do not get a ticket In the empty skies There are no crossroads We will not face Between winter and summer Autumn is a woman with a past Tenderness is full of bitterness Hands on the shoulders will put And parting is not difficult Will go to meet the snow Is it snow like laughter? Is it laughter like snow? But back to love Do not get a ticket In the empty skies There are no crossroads We will not face Between winter and summer Autumn is a woman with a past A woman with a past With a past