Stolovka Band - Осенняя Горечь
текст песни

I'm sitting in the garage for the fifth day
And even laziness
I don't follow my appearance
From this sadness I seem to die

(Pre-derivation)
Yours, what kind of garbage
My phone has been vibrating in my pocket for a long time
I will not be called the wife, let my wife
Baba do not understand my sadness

(Chorus)
Only a man understand
What is autumn
In the summer only whores are sad
Sit down, let's drink, brother

This song is not at all about summer
Wife and children hang on the seas in the seas
And in the fall, from them, all the nerves are all day
Only prostitutes sing about sad summer

Vodka stands on the table,
But she is unable to hush up that bitterness
When you sit in the garage
And you will return to the summer
Again on the radio, she
Something about women's tender feelings
It's time for her to understand,
Male sadness is art

(Pre-derivation)
Yours, what kind of garbage
My phone has been vibrating in my pocket for a long time
I will not be called the wife, let my wife
Baba do not understand my sadness

(Chorus)
Only a man understand
What is autumn
In the summer only whores are sad
Sit down, let's drink, brother

This song is not at all about summer
Wife and children hang on the seas in the seas
And in the fall, from them, all the nerves are all day
Only prostitutes sing about sad summer