Текст песни Христина Халімонова - Осінь

you fly in the yellow autumn
yellow kite
I crawl into it I enter
as if in an old prostitute

autumn smells of air and probably
this air should fall
propped up with dark tops
her palate is mowed

tickle it under the clouds
that it watered with rains
those people walking in pairs
that are in love with the bear

I'm waiting for wintering you know
with a land that seeks silence
you are unlikely to remember me
you are unlikely to write to me