Shot - наша осень
текст песни

At eight hours,
I wake up again this autumn.
New thoughts in a notebook, in order to throw ...
Stanza for a bit more than not -
Forgive me this time of year that the leaves of gold.
The wind and the sky as a whole - troubled soul.
I'm under the gun of rain - apparently, I need him ...
Someone is burying someone in mind or in reality ...
This weather again I wake up in the morning.
Heard knocks, open the door without a second thought,
On the threshold of the void, but something says: "Believe!"
Belief in yourself, but before belief in God,
And then, in principle, it does not matter,
The thought of only one autumn leave memories
And with it, somewhere in the hectic days, I will seek a lonely remnant
Breaking up, the distances, but not for long,
And in my head playing lines incessantly.
Chorus:
Let's ask together with you this fall
Whom we have lost, and whom the wind is blowing?
And what we get to keep, and that will take time of year
With yellow leaves, cold weather ..
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Drops of autumn rain running down his face,
I slap the puddles by these streets.
The player again plays a bunch of incomprehensible words,
But vpiraet not a child that beat black.
Fingers shivering in the pocket looking for clay,
Which will Skurov on my windowsill.
Small crumbs I'm sharing content,
I cut razor sharp soft drugs.
It would be foolish to deny that it is often wrong,
And my truth is not familiar to even the most correct,
What governs me, my friend?
I do not know what to say, perhaps, that repchik,
What's on my temples presses.
All these buns denominated in thousands of eyewash.
It is sad to realize that I'm alone in the metropolis.
As yellow leaf in autumn day, which carry the wind,
I shake my bus among other stories
Chorus

My fall is profiting from my feelings,
In my heart is sad, the room is empty.
I can not sleep, to understand the essence,
Yellow foliage attacks, so be it, I click Start, but no good
I do not trust God, though I pray at night ceiling.
In the pocket of the Buddha, I like autumn drunk.
Live silly, it became dull again, I was, I forgot to knock.
Autumn, I'm sorry, you want - I will repent.
Underground I failed, could not sleep, will live again.
This is an unusual brown milk -
After all, I'm stupid, I - guest, broken nail
So I is unusual, I just prihvoral,
Forest. Outside the window the autumn again, and that is the strange landscape, the type of make-up
Chorus

White autumn yellow leaves still circling.
Someone else enjoys the sun, who is already snow irons.
Strangely this is all somehow already ill at ease,
I waited from reality more, but realized that I live in a dream.
Each brings his years of our time,
Music plays conceivable, silent movie.
And quietly on the platform, I'll wait for your last hour,
I understand everything, but in this there is no truth Well we,
I took too much, I can not go any further.
I realized too late, not unlike the love of falsity.
And clouded his mind top quality goods,
I fall into the foliage in old park in the hope
White will help to forget this fall,
My fall - autumn separation, and who asks.
Gently throwing maple leaves,
And only with it, I will share my thoughts
Chorus

I would like to ask this autumn, I have many questions,
Seeing the hot summer, but the wind blows answers.
Light will be shed rain, only one sadness in my heart,
I may come back, the leaves fall, so be it.
Outta loss account as if beaten hope
Previous history is not known, the weather is snowy
In the summer this happened, someone could not cope with the thought,
What for autumn winter, and said good-bye to life ...
Someone has managed to chalk rain washes off the pavement,
Who had time to wake up, someone tried alas,
Whom fate swung like ashes in the wind,
Waiting for a dream'm burning leaves, and continue to smoke ...
Yet not one that can understand, autumn wake me,
A warm nights of love, alas, will not.
Now is the time to leaf through a photo album.
The deserted hectic I ask in a whisper:
Chorus