Текст песни А.Сушков - Осенняя бессонница

Autumn insomnia

They knocked on the windowsill all night
Cold drops of claws
And outside the window is a familiar courtyard
At home, squeezed, as in a vice.

All night homeless bum
A fungus hiding under a child's
Whining sadly, like a pop defrocked,
Unwashed, unshaven and alone.

Three girls whined all night
Like little dogs at the graves
Trying to disperse the darkness
Backlit imported "mobile".

All night under an old Zhiguli,
Glittering green pupils,
Murchal at a wet kitten
The shabby cat is from the "oldies".

It was pouring rain ... and with acacia leaves
Swaddled the bodies of machines
What would the "wild" howl of alarms
I became "home" in the stillness of the night,

And all the bleak sounds
Drowned out like the rustle of a brook.
For my girlfriend's sweet dream
Here, rain, you have my hand!

It rained all night ...