Текст песни Максим Бровинский - 43 заката

Everything has an end
And the smell of pierced apples
And a warm wind in the night
And your voice is nearby

The whole world is no longer
That's all already
There is no sense in me
And you didn't have enough

My thoughts, poems,
Stupid jokes and cute gifts
Was it why and for whom?
As it turned out, it is not at all necessary.

This autumn is not at all the same as the same.
There is no pain, but no emotions
I no longer need neither you nor her
Only the light of the setting sun.

You know to look at the sunset endlessly!
When sad or when opposite.
I saw him once 43 times a day.
Sunset paints are my main drug!

And when the sun comes in, and there will be no light
Night envelops the city of nightmares
You and I will find all the answers
Although I will no longer need it

Everything has an end, and the smell of pre -apples
And the warm wind will dissolve in the night
No one will be nearby anymore
And nothing good will happen.