Текст песни Мастов - осенняя

Autumn rain and crumpled verses are lost
I don't see the point of reading the text in a measured manner
Everything in my soul is one, but time is running and we are scattered
Not on Sunday or at the beginning of the working week
And the earnings are again not what we wanted
You forbid filming bed scenes in the cinema
And laugh, in response to the prosecutor's actions
Censorship conceals words, if not then there is no punishment
And how to put yourself in society if you have a difficult character
I decide to answer these questions later.
I don’t care if I’m here on caps or similar
Do not put on repeat, turn off the sound, here as you want
But you can't throw out the point, what will be the use of trendy types
there is emptiness behind the face.
And you can't throw out the lines from the track, you can't shut the microphone off
all the words that fall on the bit.
The whole September is lived, for whom it is good, but for someone it is bad
From now on, it's not the point that they are joking with the law, everyone has long given a fuck
And why break the news stream and fuck up beats if you call you a sucker
Who understands, he knows everything, here all the replicas are really good
I do not know how to bring conscience to the source, and I stand in the fall of leaves in autumn