Текст песни Витас - Лист осенний ... от группы Пантерёныш с любовью

The world crashed on thousands of fragments,
Emptiness remained in the eyes ...
My soul, as if all in needles.
Where is the beauty?

I tear away from longing,
I fly into pieces ...
Like a sheet of autumn in the wind
I play a strange game ...
Like a sheet of autumn in the wind
Yourself from the memory of the era ...

Around me float the stream,
And hit as if current
Scraps of incomprehensible thoughts
About someone very lonely ...

I tear away from longing,
I fly into pieces ...
Like a sheet of autumn in the wind
I play a strange game ...
Like a sheet of autumn in the wind
Ourselves from the memory of the era!