Текст песни МетиС МС - Осень

Nokia is on fire and Olga is on repeat
from Craig and Smokey
and somehow cold get up in the morning
legs don't feel the floor
I go to the bathroom and then to the kitchen
next - new road
my anxiety is inexplicable
wind is enough foliage
then throws on the ground without makeup
red and yellow tones will soon be replaced by whites
in my soul the same good old faithful
 on asphalt gray to uni
on business
catch the last bus
then fly along Lenin overtaking time
in an empty minibus on the last seat

it is autumn brother with its rains and its thunderstorms at night
and the fresh smell of pines

what is more precious to me
false denunciations
 or swords in the sheath
somehow anxious
the further the harder it becomes
difficult to keep
and the horse is pulled out
In contact many friends mostly just acquaintances
And somehow at night at the monitor
eyes stick fingers sore from a set of themes
 who I don't need from my kin
goosebumps without feeling speed
 afraid to break the last blade
cautiously reading the latest news
forgetting the conscience of the game start again

autumn ends bro winter is soon on the verge of branding window patterns

this is not the end of the story the wind tore the leaves without regret
burning old letters in the fireplace burns away the past burns thoughts
what I want to forget to achieve in life
about the fact that we were one less
what is the rain whispering on a warm spring night
that smiling from above is playing checkers supreme
 each of us is no more expensive than a pawn
and a little lame though not visible externally
i wake up then run away in a hurry
I want to summer as before
warmed the earth with rays
and inspired hope

this autumn brother is snow drifts in the calendar October and outside the window Siberian tenderness

I turn off the news when weather forecasters make forecasts
tomorrow it will rain with thunderstorms
damn cold no longer surprises nostrils
walking around the streets sniffing
beaches sand sun now in the past
southern air as a scent of kenzo
and autumn came too soon
outside the window, autumn is so wrong

this is not the end of the story the wind tore the leaves without regret
burning old letters in the fireplace burns away the past burns thoughts
what I want to forget to achieve in life
about the fact that we were one less
what is the rain whispering on a warm spring night
that smiling from above is playing checkers supreme
 each of us is no more expensive than a pawn
and a little lame though not visible externally
i wake up then run away in a hurry
I want to summer as before
warmed the earth with rays
and inspired hope