Дубовый Гай - Осень
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And in the glass of raw air I beat my head
Drops of autumn rain flowing to me by a river
I'm washing the last warmth in the fall
Under the stupid wind, I substitute my face
My sadness is not about myself not about myself
It's all just autumn, sadness about something else
Autumn is burning memories on the last fire
I am dying like a child on autumn hands

Autumn whispers and poopes
Something whispers and asks
And I really want to cry
What is the same as autumn
She comes to Earth every year at the same hour

Autumn pours rains on the graves of sons
And the sons are crying somewhere nearby with her
The wind of sadness tore off all their last dreams
They cry, they know that they are dead

Autumn drags his gray days into fog
Like in smoke cheap cigarettes, I hide my thoughts
My feelings go on the road with autumn
Leaving me only tears and sadness as a keepsake

Autumn, you will leave, how fog leaves
From the stuffed bottle I will fill the glass
I will remember you, but I will drink to the bottom
Excuse me, autumn, you yourself are already dead