Lyrics Zambezi Типси Тип - осень танцует..

And what's stopping her, cold November
Or something more
Just tired cast anchor,
Forgetting the past.

Changing the scenery to a new way,
Rachmaninov filled the room
Sitting by the window seeing the sunset
Melody of the evening in the void.

The sky is inked and bold
In the sky the moon.
Let not be obedient daughter
From the house the mother kicked out.

Tit from the hands after the crane
And no longer catch, circle narrows
And every day it's harder to breathe.

Chorus:

Autumn is dancing, blowing off
Drunken leaves, yes it happens.
Autumn is dancing, blowing off
Drunken leaves, yes it happens.

Verse:

It's like running on a slippery road.
It's like a funeral laugh.
Snow breaks, will show many
There are after all skeletons in your closets

Under the sarcophagus can not hide the soul
Like a bouquet of flowers
Generous word for toad strangling
Nobody is ready to listen to them.

Only four walls ran away
And the view from the window on the Victory Square
Miracle escaped from the clutches of Satan
Trembling hands crumple cigarettes

And who is not to blame
Only complain you are in bad weather
The last entry and the flame in the notebook
November leaves a stone under water.

Chorus:

Autumn is dancing, blowing off
Drunken leaves, yes it happens.
Autumn is dancing, blowing off
Drunken leaves, yes it happens.