Текст песни Виктор Мосин. - Осенняя.

I am for this summer
How - I did not notice the autumn.
And the summer was,
We see a clue
What is already September substitute dreams
And update issues
That for a riot of life
Nagrustitsya future use.

The wind outside the window,
At the funeral dance, leaves,
Circling my pain,
And the words sound like a shot.
I do not pity
But why - that's sad.
Fall all the mixed feelings.

The park is under the feet
The dying flame maple,
As a reminder of how the whole outcome.
And promise rains with winds
I novel of parting,
Where there is love at a distance
White between the lines.

There the wind outside the window
The funeral leaves dance.
Circling my pain,
And the words sound like a shot.
I do not pity
But why - that's sad.
Fall all the mixed feelings.

How long will
Summer life, I do not know.
I have always tried
Not in vain Minor.
It is a pity that the spring in the eyes of friends
It melts irreversibly.
And so little time to
By the deadline of September.

Where the wind outside the window,
The funeral leaves dance.
Circling my pain,
And the words sound like a shot.
I do not pity
But why - that's sad.
all mixed my feelings Autumn.