Текст песни Алексей Заев - Осенняя песня

Poems Charles Bodler

And again groaning darkness seizes by us -
Where is the summer clarity live blue?
Like frowning land about the coffin in the grave pit,
With the supply dropping, there are already firewood.

Winter leads to my house with friendly familiar
Labor labor, confusion, fear, misfortune,
And the heart will be the newly frozen red com.
As the sun is dead in the Arctic hell.

I listen, trembling, how lamps fall, -
So clog the nail, preparing the scaffold.
My Spirit is walking like a tower in the MiG of Padena,
When a tireless tire beats in her.

And in a strange half, I feel that somewhere
Loading the coffin - but where is it? But who?
We are waiting for the winter tomorrow, yesterday the summer passed away,
And this dimensional knock is a waste to him.