Lyrics Дымовая Завеса - Ветер листву

Lexus:
There, when the glasses cried with drops, a smell of absinthe
I could not lose my head, the music would merge into a cold dance
But the sad track of the DJ selected me says that probably is not worth it
That in me autumn plays symphony notes, melodies that are so familiar to me

Slim:
I asked for an angel from the sky, I hoped for a miracle
Living in bars, getting bills
Sad sketches outside the windows of October house lights blind along the pavements
Suddenly I saw those clear eyes
Among those who were absorbed was an abstraction
So beautiful in a white dress
White snow with a heavenly look
Then I asked how the case with the angel?
She looked at me and softly cried
Crystal tears on the floor broke
To hundreds of fragments, to the spark of joy

Lexus:
Her hands were shaking as if from cold
Lips whispered that I would look for reasons
I looked for symptoms, slowing my breathing
My heart beat so often, I beat so much
So scary it was, I asked to stay, offering to take back my happiness in return
Those sorrows, the joy that I have and I understood why, she cried

The wind knocks down foliage from trees,
Explaining that the time has already come
That someone one, somewhere includes
Instead of turning off, my summer sun

Slim:
How sad it was in the glasses cried with drops
In the air swims the perfume sweet smell
Absinthe gradually erased memory dyes
Wax warm in your palms melted

Lexus:
He saw the lines of those white lilies
Than breath casually absorbed blue

Slim:
He saw the rivers of the sea, the oceans of love that burned bridges, breaking the spears of war, wrote poems

Lexus:
At night, desperately, smoking tobacco as everything was washed down with tea

Slim:
Warmed once by a cold wind somewhere, under the summer rain in the city of this

The wind knocks down foliage from trees,
Explaining that the time has already come
That someone one, somewhere includes
Instead of turning off, my summer sun

The wind knocks down foliage from trees,
Explaining that the time has already come
That someone one, somewhere includes
Instead of turning off, my summer sun

The wind knocks down foliage from trees,
Explaining that the time has already come
That someone one, somewhere includes
Instead of turning off, my summer sun