An orange autumn & an orange song

"Second day I paint, just without stopping,

and color, colors in our house, just you have to choose.

I painted this world with my favorite color.

Orange sky, orange sea,

orange grass, and the city orange too.

With the orange mothers, the orange children,

orange guitars, orange sings.

But uncle stern, bearded appeared at home,

as soon as he saw the drawing, he frowned instantly.

And cut off the important "no", you're wrong, it's not like that.

Orange sky, orange sea,

orange grass, and the city orange too.

With the orange mothers, the orange children,

orange guitars, orange sings.

But the sun splashed its rays over us

and as I wished, he painted everything.

Stunned, the uncle is silent, looking and rolling his eyes.

Orange sky, orange sea,

orange grass, orange and the city.

With the orange mothers, the orange children,

orange guitars, orange sings.

I will still sing this song everywhere,

I know well and I will be friends with it in the future.

Even if you are grown-up, it is nice to see for yourself.

Orange sky, orange sea,

orange grass, orange and the city.

With the orange mothers, the orange children,

orange guitars ringing orange. "

Authors: Konstantin Pevzner, Grigory Gorin and Arkady Arkanov

Orange autumn in Panagyurishte colonies