Текст песни 4.DeeYES - Время перемен

In Spain again the sun fire on the puddles
Russian autumn foliage lights up again
And this flame is like air, like light I need
October born raindrops through the veins blood
Sparks fly from the branches under the weight of wilting
But the fire is cold, the tramps around do not get warm
And at this time of changes in nature and people
Only two hearts burn in the world without change
To the notes of a cough symphony of noise of cars
Big city they are looking for something again
They have already found each other blind
The soul is screaming, listen, turn your player down
Penalty in case, it's easier for stupidity, right?
Close your eyes and believe that it will pass by itself
Although you yourself know that the way from this self-abuse
A loner won't leave the hounds of parting

Chorus:
The wind of change plays with leaves that have not fallen
They cannot avoid this flight to the ground
Time will not spare them parting them from the branches
Circling in a dance and then smoothly down
Change time of year, change in our soul
Memories are all that remains
No matter how trite it sounds, you have to live
Like that tree that replaces its leaves

Echoes of transitions echoes rain prima
The solo of steps hurts the ear so that the duet remembers
And the whole orchestra about the canopy like blaming the wedge
When a sweet familiar "hello" appears in the crowd
Like you keep a secret for a hundred years
At a conventional hour at a long-appointed meeting point
You tell her breaking the silence of the vow
That it is impossible to live life longer than eternity
And how much does it take to forget
What is essentially beyond the power of a person to forget
And even if you sail along the river of fate without oars
Both are waiting for the sea alone, or rather a quagmire
And waiting for the snow, the gift of November
Keep warm together like a light in a window
After all, the time for change is harsh to say the least
It's cold for Muscovites in spain, the sun is again

Chorus:
The wind of change plays with leaves that have not fallen
They cannot avoid this flight to the ground
Time will not spare them parting them from the branches
Circling in a dance and then smoothly down
Change time of year, change in our soul
Memories are all that remains
No matter how trite it sounds, you have to live
Like that tree that replaces its leaves
After all, the time for change is harsh to say the least
It's cold for Muscovites, in Spain the sun is again