Е.Клячкин - Осенняя песня
текст песни

There are gray cotton wool clouds in the sky
Damp, grayish
It doesn't matter, because I'm used to it...
This cotton wool gets wet in a puddle
And runs around worried
My double is underwater.

People don't even look out the windows during the day
Antennas get wet in the rain
TVs are warm...
The city raises its roof to the sky
Pretending not to hear
Dance of drops on glass.

The evening gives reflections to the light
And apartments are silent links
Hanging over the yard...
The wind of reflection rinses
He is groping for the area.
And boos the house.