БАБЬЕ ЛЕТО / В. Высоцкий / Стихи Кохановского / Indian Summer, CANADA

SONG "INDIAN SUMMER" © Vladimir Vysotsky The maple trees have painted the town In their lights it seems like bewitched. That means, it is soon Indian summer, Indian summer. That the leaves disappear so quickly - I cannot comprehend ... And these leaves I'll catch as, Our coming together, our coming together. And I'll recklessly twist round my little finger The most careless of women. And long I've looked for such a one - And neither more nor less. Yes only mamma is scolding here, That I'm not at home in the nights And that I am drunk too often In the Indian summer, in the Indian summer. And I forgot when I've been home, Muddle up nights and dawns ... There is a turbulence, there is a turbulence - Indian summer, Indian summer. Translation from the https://lyricstranslate.com/ru/babe-leto-бабье-лето-indian-summer.html FILM/PIX/EDITING www.ChanceryArt.com www.PrivateCounseling.ca Lena Kolobow Paul Ivanoff Dmitry Ivanoff LOCATION Bracebridge, ON Muskoka CANADA 2024 ====================== ПЕСНЯ - Владимир Высоцкий Стихи поэта Кохановского ВИДЕО / ФОТЫ Лена Колобова Паша Иванов Митя Иванов МЕСТО - Bracebridge, ON CANADA МОНТАЖ Паша Иванов www.ChanceryArt.com www.PrivateCounseling.ca Привет от Лены и Паши из Канады 2024