Текст песни Михаил Рубацкий - СПб, осень

The night is warming
Face spring in the cold
Warm everyone left
At home

Hand raised
standing, catching happiness
Don't betray us
We twist the mouth

To all who are not for
And to all those who are against

I painted on Nevsky rain
I'm painted in the front door
All that does not hide behind the entrance
You will keep under the autumn cloak.

Hands in pocket
Winter is not a diagnosis
We are not sick
We move the walls

All our words
Reanalysis
Not across my theorem -

All that is not in favor,
Then past, and just-

I painted on Nevsky rain
I'm painted in the front door
All that does not hide behind the entrance
You will keep under the autumn cloak.

Laugh in the morning
You next number
Laugh with always -
You're a coffin lid

Always laugh
You're a wall of plaster
Laugh
You know how to laugh ...

Even when
There is mourning around -

I painted on Nevsky rain
I'm painted in the front door
All that does not hide behind the entrance
You will keep under the autumn cloak.