Текст песни Алексей Костричкин - Автопилот

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I have nothing left of you.
I roam around the city in search of a miracle.
Imperceptibly cold autumn crept up
Having parted on asphalt longing and a cold.

You know that all this is inhuman.
Like autumn leaves, I perish in flight.
I never thought to love you forever
And I love it somehow strange - on autopilot.

Amazingly quickly erased faces,
We are now composing legends about each other.
And yesterday I wanted to call you -
The subscriber was ... out of reach.

© A.K.