Нука Т. - Осень
текст песни

When autumn still comes,
Wipe with red leaves under the eyelashes,
Will paint Mondays with gray rains,
Surround the pyrimeters with black umbrellas,
Black coffee at night and complaints about the insomnia
Will become typical and general,
Full-fitting birds, stretch in stripes towards the sun.
In the communal apartment, conversations about the eternal will stagnate
And the smell of tobacco and strong tea.

Nothing to change, only calls will become less often,
The meetings are shorter, the air is getting colder.
I will read Brodsky to you, fold the images with my fingers,
At night, look out the window and measure to the very bones.
Again, longing, coffee, insomnia, conversations without meaning.
Again, study, work, in the notebook notes on the last pages.

I will start writing letters again, walking by mail, glue stamps.
Walk in the headphones and read a lot.
Pass it for a week, draw with hot breath on the windows,
To fall into longing and suffer from vitamin deficiency and migraines.
Often get sick, receive certificates, teach, wrap yourself in sweaters

Drink coffee, call, miss, drink coffee again.
Miss again. No longer call. To drink coffee.
Every day will be full of longing, cold.
White poems and hated lips.

I will write to you nonsense letters.
Fearing to bore or get bored
I will rarely call and tell a little.
You will worry, come more often and hug me tighter,
Not allowing to run away in your autumn.
I will scream. Cry. Write poetry. To read. Call.
be silent into the phone,
You will worry.

Autumn ... rain on the roof,
By feelings. On the cheeks.
Yearning.
Poetry.

Autumn.