Текст песни Роман Забара - Стылая осень

Arrangement, Recording, Mixing - Studio Solo & Mono, Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk
Words and Music - Roman Bun
Sings - Roman Bun

Silence. No one. On green grass white frost,
A slightly frozen glad, the land is near black.
Who would know how I want to have a prejudge in this sadness? -
You went to the silence of yellow-gray-autumn day ...

Scream, sleep pain blue, buty sky!
Closing your eyes, I stand to dilute the longing
This is a quiet, furious, creaking joint in nerves -
Washing, curves of popoline branches.

The evening will choose, evil the pain, the wrists will dissolve
And ghost whiskey, cares for the rain.
I will slowly leave waiting for winter happiness -
Specta to say goodbye to cold, empty october ...

Silence. No one. On green grass white frost
A slightly frozen glad, the land is near black.
Who would know how I want to have a prejudge in this sadness? -
Slim branches creak - Poplar is sad on the alley ...