Lyrics Мирный Атом - Осень

Autumn but like summer
And fly shoals

colorful birds of good luck

There is a place but no ticket
And walks good with fists

without clearly defined task

Autumn but where is it
Where they will not be considered fools

under flashes of spectral light

Than to ditch the poet
Affectionate hands

under the sugary turn of the plot

Through needles and razors
Burning curve bridge
On the field of invisible battle
No one will find out
What will be no more

The foliage has not yet flown
but the asphalt is getting darker

blood stained puddles

Body yes head
in the dark alley

Step to the beginning of the cold

Autumn, but not like that
It once was

Life is like that, but not this

Fly past sheet
On the square snout

The unearthly purity of silhouette