Текст песни Е.Клячкин - Осенняя песня

Clouds of gray cotton in the sky
Damp, grayish
It doesn't matter, because I'm used to ...
This cotton wool gets wet in a puddle
And worriedly runs
My twin is under the water.

People don't even look out the windows during the day
Antennas get wet in the rain
The TVs are warm ...
The city gives roofs to the sky
Pretending not to hear
Dance of drops on glass.

Evening gives light reflections
And the apartments are dumb links
Hanging over the yard ...
The wind of reflection rushes
He is groping for the square
And boo the house.