Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Последний лист

Autumn rain, cold wind
With the leaves of trees, the wind rips the tramp,
As if he wanted to take revenge for everything.
There was only one last
And with each cry the sky still noticeable
With this wind - it will take your ...

Chorus:
Last Leaf flies down
And the sky look escorts,
And there beneath a black field ... ..
Last leaf still so clean
Fate does not know her,
What lies ahead - the land ...

And having overcome shyness funny,
He rushes down as if into an abyss,
And he whispers: & quot; have mercy and save ...
You would not hurt nobody there & quot ;.
He says to himself, but he does not see,
With all his brothers lie in the mud ....