Текст песни Агафонов Глеб - После бала

Lyrics and music of Nicholas Shipilova

No one was spared this autumn,
Even the sun in the wrong direction has fallen,
That leaves fly as guests
After the ball after ball after ball.

The two dark-red joined hands in vain
Slightly more feasible thou blow, and all is lost.
This yellow, lonely all rushes underfoot,
He wants to happiness after the ball after the ball.

But yonder, quite green, white dance intoxicated
Do not understand where the left where he fell.
And at the door of paradise does not understand that he was dying
Is it possible after the ball after the ball.

No one was spared this autumn,
Leaf fall is as a storm in a hundred thousand points
And stab wounds on the pavement
Spots of ash after the ball after the ball.