Текст песни Max Pain - Меня ломает осень

This autumn's yellow clothes are no longer scary
While the beat is playing, the words fly out by themselves
Hopes melt faster than the wind can break them
There are questions in my heart, but who would answer them?
Disappointed in summer with its thick colors,
Now I look more closely who is hiding under masks
And I promise myself that I will never change
A mug of strong tea for the bustle of these days.
The lights are no longer visible in the eyes, the pain left a trace,
There were eyes the color of the sky, but the sky changed color
And the cloudy cloth of the veil of the wound does not heal,
It's a little sad that there is nothing to pay with
With the one who inside me rhymes these calluses at night
At the monitor with a microphone against my will
It hurts and disgusts from the fact that I have not seen for a long time
Those people whom I once believed and trusted.

Time to look back and make a summary for yourself,
To keep your eyes on the road you have passed
Remember people dear to you and their familiar faces,
Give all your memory to birds flying away,
And so as not to stop on a half-way,
When the foliage is at my feet, I will go
So that later, without hiding my eyes, to answer if asked:
“What happened to you?”, Say: “Autumn breaks me”.

I throw it under the balcony of the "Sprinter" with a broken spring.
It's cold, but I'll still walk through the dead city
Thoughts about my family and friends will warm my head
So I will go, kicking heaps of leaves.
I will stop for a minute somewhere in the Baikal region,
Memories will warm my frozen fingers
But my feet on the asphalt will carry me to the boulevard
To crowds of frantic movements, where couples in love
Surely already believed in love without borders,
And with an unsteady gait I pour into the sea of ​​these faces,
They have worries, jobs, loans, children, mortgages,
Flights, trips and unpaid checks.
And I'm so carefree and not fashion-conscious
And all the worries aside, I enjoy freedom,
And all weather forecasts have long been rather arbitrary,
And I am pleased that the air is clean and breathes smoothly.

Time to look back and make a summary for yourself,
To keep your eyes on the road you have passed
Remember people dear to you and their familiar faces,
Give all your memory to birds flying away,
And so as not to stop on the half-way,
When the foliage is at my feet, I will go
So that later, without hiding my eyes, to answer if asked:
“What happened to you?”, Say: “Autumn breaks me”.

To break the connection, the thrust of feelings is no longer an obstacle,
Anything that seemed serious is accompanied by laughter
And I draw a whispered autumn in my notebook,
And this whisper echoes today.
In pursuit of success, to the horizon for victories,
In steps of time, fiddling with white sneakers,
I have no doubts, the shadows were eaten,
Drowned in the puddles of this frankness, but
What hurt but didn't kill made you stronger
Not hoping for help from outsiders,
And dreams, in which bare trees in the form of scenery,
A photo for which he did not require large compensation.
And I'm in the sensation section for the fact that this autumn day
I wrote these verses, like Yesenin at one time,
Negative opinions hail, and, to be honest, even glad
The fact that autumn did not break an already tired look.

Time to look back and make a summary for yourself,
To keep your eyes on the road you have passed
Remember people dear to you and their familiar faces,
Give all your memory to birds flying away,
And so as not to stop on a half-way,
When the foliage is at my feet, I will go
So that later, without hiding my eyes, to answer if asked:
“What happened to you?”, Say: “Autumn breaks me”.