Михаил Шуфутинский - Последний Лист
текст песни

Autumn rain, cold wind
From the trees, the leaves tears a tramp, a lighter,
As if he wants to take revenge on everything.
Only one last
And with every cry of the sky, everything is more noticeable
That this wind will take its own ...

CHORUS

The last sheet flies down
And the sky escapes with a look
And there is only black fields under it ... ..
The last sheet is still so clean
He does not know his fate yet
What ahead is a land ...

And fighting funny timidity,
He rushes down, as if into an abyss,
And whispers "Have mercy and save ..."
"No one will offend you there"
He tells himself, but he does not see
that the brothers are all of him in the mud ...