Истома - Осень
текст песни

I'm waiting autumn, the wind of change
Vivaldi violin, waltz will play Chopin
I'm waiting for the strength of the eternal rain
The yard is burning, there is no place for itself

Imagine that we are walking on wet asphalt
And we are silent about the most important
Not scary, I tell you, please, don't be angry

I am waiting for the smell of red foliage
Whispering the sound of an invisible bowstring
You are dear to me even in the summer hour
But the hot sun definitely does not believe in us

We go on wet asphalt
And we do not see the common truth
Not scary, I tell you, please, don't be angry

I'm waiting for the air of frosty darkness
Inhale and exhale, checkered umbrellas
How many different songs you need to sing
So that the warmth does not arrange the nets

Imagine that we are walking on wet asphalt
And keep some secrets
I'm scared, I tell you, please, don't be angry