Текст песни Не-вТакт - Она Шла Домой

There was a gloomy evening, she went home,
Shoulder bag, but with a sore head.
In the face of the wind whipped, beckoning for him.
I went to meet her, but perhaps another.

I called out to her, but, alas, hopelessly.
I'm in pursuit of her, only, all are to be lagging behind.
Only the wind sings his sad songs,
lights Million whispers in my soul.

Falling leaves her in his arms.
Yellow-red carpet in heaven.
Gloomy autumn bright motley sounds
In my mind I came up with myself.

Black night cloud will break all the windows,
With so hurry away, but with a sore head.
And scream really could not stand, and the road is long
They will come to light, but, alas, not me ...