Текст песни МетиС МС - Осень

Nokia is burning and on repetition Olga
from crag and smoke
and somehow getting cold in the morning
legs do not feel the floor
I go to the bathroom then to the kitchen
Further - new road
My anxiety is inexplicable
The wind is enough for foliage
then throws on the ground without a grima
Red and yellow tones will soon replace white
in my soul the same old good faithful
on asphalt gray to uni
By Affairs
Hurry to the bus last
then under Lenin to fly overtaking time
In the empty minibus on the last seat

It is autumn brother with her rains with her thunderstorms at night
and fresh smell of pines

What is more expensive to me
Donos false
or swords in the sheath
somehow anxious
The farther the hardest becomes
It's hard to keep thinking
And the horse escapes
In contact, many friends are mostly just familiar
And somehow implanting at night at the monitor
eyes stick their fingers hurt from the set
who don't need me
goosebumps without feeling speed
fearing breaking the last blades
With caution reading the latest news
Forgetting about the conscience game Start again

Autumn ends Bro Winter soon on the threshold branding by the window patterns

it's not the end of the story wind broken the leaves without regret
burning old letters in the fireplace burns past thoughts burn
What I want to forget what to achieve in life
that we have become one less
what rain whispers warm at night
that smiling on top plays checkers of the Almighty
Each of us is no more than a pawn
and slightly confused although not visible externally
I wake up later I run in a hurry
I want the summer as before
Greet land rays
and instilled hope

This autumn brother is already snow drifts in the calendar October and outside the window Siberian tenderness

I turn off the news when weather forecasters are forecasts
Tomorrow rain places with thunderstorms
Damned runny nose no longer surprises nostrils
We go through the streets with a shrimp nose
Beach Sand Sun now in the past
South Air as Kenzo Aroma
And the fall outside the window came too soon
outside the window fall - so not on time

it's not the end of the story wind broken the leaves without regret
burning old letters in the fireplace burns past thoughts burn
What I want to forget what to achieve in life
that we have become one less
what rain whispers warm at night
that smiling on top plays checkers of the Almighty
Each of us is no more than a pawn
and slightly confused although not visible externally
I wake up later I run in a hurry
I want the summer as before
Greet land rays
and instilled hope