Текст песни Вопли Видоплясова - Осень

Autumn leaves tired whisper ,
Drawing a city in doom .
I walk the streets with thoughts of Ulysses
In the mists of smell Drum .

With dreams to transliteration I get into the network ,
Whether in slumber , whether in the smoke.
And let me on my Astral Methodius
And true cherub .

I 'm flying ,
I 'm flying .

In the plane of consciousness , I tear the brink ,
Keep me synod .
The new subspace I doomed wanderings
Forgotten spaceship .