Текст песни Александр Вент - Босая осень

What is it to me that dressed in neon
Drowning the city in the dust of radio waves.
That cold walk from the heart,
That cry stars-kids.

Chorus:
Barefoot autumn, you help me out,
Adopt me, do not scold for nothing,
Barefoot fall under the south in September
I love my porasteryal.

What is it to me, that is about and cold,
And if for a short while, but at least good.
And your poems I have the gift is not dozhёg
Where & quot; sorry & quot; - & Quot; good-bye, my friend & quot ;.

Chorus.

What we ponazagadyvali there
Let us remember, and courtyards home
Dead phone, lying calendars
Look out, we'll talk.

In the sky campfire, do not burn the poems
I know ...