Lyrics Скандалисты - Осенний медляк

I do not give rest to music
Flight of the autumn wing
Crimson Yellow Russian Fall
My roads removed

And the endless rain outside the windows
Do not drum, and ripples
And peacefully works on the glass
He does not draw, mince

Where did he go with the cold
Sullen Mother Winter
Which is famous for its canvases
Windowed white commotion

And the rain - not fanciful inventor
His creations are more modest
I'm February myself, but autumn
Mean brushes me relatives

And the sky is impassable - gray
Do not get tired of longing
No, the sun is not burned out.
Gone to a temporary rest

Gone with the last summer flash
Let a little breathe
There is enough gold under our feet
On this overcast flight

To satisfy the soul tart slush
Sad whisper without words
And coppers their cherished
We will send to the pawn shop of fires

You do not rest music
The one from which not to escape?
You do not stifle sad notes
And just let play