Текст песни Поэты Требуют Осень - Прохожий

And the sky looks like ice,
And I do not reach the corner,
My city will not die soon
The bells are wandering.

And silently passersogue goes.
He looks at the sky with longing.
And soon passersby sleep,
It will fall asleep on the pavement.

And the wind will pick it up
And up on the hands will incur
And the sun will open the window,
Where the sky is waiting for the sky.

He hears through the dream of the voice,
And singing angel wings
And heaven under him,
And the wind laughs at him.

I believe that the sky will forgive ...
I know we go crazy
And I hear how somewhere in Dali,
Furiously trembling wind.

I believe that the sky will forgive ...

The author of the text and music: Varak K.