bэfn - 39 Осень
текст песни

Autumn 39 autumn leaves fall
I'm standing in the entrance.
It seems like warm is not hot
But I'm cold from the fact that there are no gifts
So long ago in eight years

Autumn 39 autumn leaves fall
I'm standing in the entrance.
It seems like warm is not hot
But I'm cold from the fact that there are no gifts
So long ago in eight years
I wash the heavenly rain
Dirt from the skin will be washed off
I presented me to smile
I am interested in how you are doing

But, alas, I can't hear the answer
And I can't look in the eye
I am humbly waiting for me to see
To return balance

I do good to people for good
I'm not looking for simple moves
I communicate closely only with paper
What warm blood gives thoughts
And if something I am ready to answer before the sky

Thoughts as if I'm in a fog
Further hands only blindness
That sometimes seriously wounds
From which there is no good

But, I'm soberly sincerely cheerful
Not hiding under an umbrella
From upset weather
Thoughts as if under a whip

Does the intrigue loves intensity
No, I don't like I found out
There are enough thoughts already on the book
I wrote a verse

Thoughts aloud, I drain the lines
From the title right to the point

Verse 2

What is proud, good, undersized
October in 39 autumn guests are not coming
Set your anger aunt sellers
Dissolve the tail this fall

Tostik is not uttered, but there is a friend Kostya
With a kind of handful
We are all adults, old age will sneak
Shaking bones is not at all joy

Drink a little alcohol, strange fatigue
Of course I want to take it and get confused
Neppage at night, compose lines
Sometimes there is no health, does not allow. Old age covers

Sometimes it covers for years, and outside the window rain
Autumn has come, October 39
Chuchut frost choucut frost

There is emptiness inside sometimes
And it seems that there is not a single soul in the district