Текст песни Юта - Чуть не уверенно

The last warm day, the lace of the branches of my autumn
It's not melancholy - morning laziness
At the far end of the world or abroad, to Rome or Paris
Birds fly into the sky watercolor

A little uncertain, black
Follow the lines of the forgotten track
So a person who has been ill all summer,
Quietly treads on the first snow,
A little uncertain ...
A little uncertain ...
A little uncertain ...

And tomorrow there will be snow, white for sleep, clean and weightless,
Quiet correspondence, dreams, libraries
For a quiet "doze" I will thank, tomorrow I will present
Something from the old - today aground

A little uncertain, black
Follow the lines of the forgotten track
So a person who has been ill all summer,
Quietly treads on the first snow,
A little uncertain ...
A little uncertain ...
A little uncertain ...