Текст песни Иван Вопилов - Осень

Autumn plays yellow paints
In the bouquet of watercolor with warm colors.
And the wind will whisper to us rainy fairy tales,
The fact that the blizzard will soon be conquered.

And sunlight every day all shorter
It is prolonged by the light of neon
Which warmly not capable of us at night
When we eat in bedrooms

And we would - yes, just wake up early
While the rain drives us from the streets
Painted leaves of fallen
Who in the ground from the branches returned

And we, the beauty does not notice them
And then in life are in a hurry
And in the evening I am basking a cup with tea,
And from the sky, the water is still poured .......

October 6, 2012.