Lyrics Птаха feat. Марсель - Настроение осень

Autumn mood,
I close my eyes and turn up the volume.
And if anyone asks me,
My answer: I'm alive, the mood is autumn ...
Autumn mood,
I close my eyes and turn up the volume.
And if anyone asks me,
My answer: I'm alive, the mood is autumn ...

Click on the play,
And the whole world with me.
Gains rhythm
And calls for him.
Trams float smoothly,
On slippery rails.
Outside the rain
areas and not songs.
Past houses,
And yellowed maples.
Past the ninth
And straight to Zadonnaya.
Monotone
In the depths of the area,
Among the new fall,
From the windows of dusty rooms,
I see smoke from the pipes
And the paths of the trams.
I see this city
What is behind him pulls.
I see those people
Who stayed here.
And this city is forever
Your all.
In the background, seven high-rises,
Nine train stations
Leaves fall,
And circling in pairs.
Old yards,
Against the background of parks and buildings.
Urban melancholy burn
Under a bright flame.
Under rain,
That washes avenues.
This pain ...
Under the hood and cap.
under the tracks that play in my player.
It's not so bad
While playing stereo.
Click on the play,
And the whole world
Like with me.
I am swimming quietly
In the tram around the area.
Closer to home
Through the window background,
I see that
What a pain to me is so familiar.
Tram circle
What I see from the windows.
When autumn comes,
We give birth to strings.
Looking down
From home 38,
remember too early
Autumn came.

Autumn mood,
I close my eyes and turn up the volume.
And if anyone asks me,
My answer: I'm alive, the mood is autumn ...
Autumn mood,
I close my eyes and turn up the volume.
And if anyone asks me,
My answer: I'm alive, the mood is autumn ...

And I still whip
these rhymes in plots
I see it in countries
what of my couplets
New summer glues like time
Children of concrete walls,
system residents
When the leaves fall, we increasingly write
Faster calendar changes its numbers
Changing everyday life
life yards at the studio
Lyrics are appreciated by dedicated people.
Value time among this ossen
My demos are looking for all the answers
Again on play
and all over again
So the days fly by and the years melt with them
And we plots from old notebooks
In the streets, just looking for something
Amid the rain, I turn up the volume
And the familiar motive to me is that in my columns

Autumn mood,
I close my eyes and turn up the volume.
And if anyone asks me,
My answer: I'm alive, the mood is autumn ...
Autumn mood,
I close my eyes and turn up the volume.
And if anyone asks me,
My answer: I'm alive, the mood is autumn ...

For years, we wore the chain of life for miles
Teeth tore the flesh of fate, we are like dogs of war
Inhaled nicotine, let's not go bro
There are more of us, so we are not alone
We are not conceited, have not changed the goals of life, we
Although look, now we are on TV
We did not sell, although we are already tired
But it means it must be so, this is part of the dream.
And I love my city, my neighborhood
Hate that noise going home
Alley, remember maple?
Even with summer outside the window, I will be in my soul
In every word, in every line
In every drop of rain on the golden foliage
I will dissolve in the autumn clouds and falling from the heavens to melt on her lips
This is my time and I write about it
It gives me hope, and I breathe it
City of dreams, love, traffic jams, arches, roads and golden foliage

Autumn mood,
I close my eyes and turn up the volume.
And if anyone asks me,
My answer: I'm alive, the mood is autumn ...
Autumn mood,
I close my eyes and turn up the volume.
And if anyone asks me,
My answer: I'm alive, the mood is autumn ...