Текст песни PLUNK TONE - Демисезонная

Autumn came - depressed again,
Yellow leaves like a boulevard press,
Every garbage climbs
Search in the life of something new.
Everything will pass, it, I think too.

Will pass, it, I think, too,
Days each other like clones are similar
Offseason inevitably
Soon everything will be all again as before.

I kill time, check shot,
I walk without a business, seeking the meaning of life,
He was found and lost again,
With every minute, I'm more and more confident:
Everything will pass, it, I think too.

Will pass, it, I think, too,
Days each other like clones are similar
Offseason inevitably
Soon everything will be all again as before.

Everything will pass, it, I think too.