Текст песни Аліна Шевченко - липи

our autumn, warm at all
on the lips, in our heads
sincere and barefoot, along the way
in the forests of our forests with you. we are in our heads

lindens turned yellow in October
we lay down under them
stay here you are going

with me into the future
where in sleepy quiet weekdays
we will meet snow in December
overwinter
with me into the future
where in sleepy quiet weekdays
let's warm up in February
overwinter