Текст песни Лосось Мудрости - Черная Бабочка

It happens all the colors of autumn
Merge with the number eight
At the house of the architect Rossi.

Sometimes the leaves fall
Not to the black earth gravitates,
But the black azure.

Authentic
Multiplies soaring
Butterfly autumn.

Blue - the color of loneliness,
Gray - name and patronymic
In the book of adolescence.

Red - the color of charm,
Purple - stars shine
White Christmas.

And only on the black wing drizzle
Closes the butterfly strips
Doosennego nature.

To the sky together
Sun flames
With a new song
Let us dreams
In the Middle Kingdom

Leaves Black
Wings weed
Freedom
Inherently
Bezprizornym

Like a stone, flying in the face
From the fierce cold sling,
Forgetting all that was before,

On the wings of a figure eight
Butterfly flying over the lake
In cahoots with the sky sleeping.

Black water impact,
By the spring of the new born
New present.

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