Текст песни Алексей Виноградов - Шесть, семь, восемь

Six, seven, eight -
It's been pouring a fucking rain for three hours
I've always hated autumn
Greed and lies!
Because it grows after
Each voice trembles ...

But now I'm sure of everything, -
I despised the calendar -
The voice is calm, measured:
Velvet, loud savage!
He entered your memory, as in the tower,
The sexton preaches:

"Let go, forget this summer;
Do not torment him or yourself ... "
Summer of passion and autumn of ban!
Quiet September.
A foolish heart is waiting for an answer
In vain.