Текст песни Незабудки - Осень

The smell of marine and burning foam
And gypsy raven briefs stationery -
- This is autumn, my friend, is the waves of ille
On the things of woolen and colds of banal.

This is autumn, my friend, it's a beak crane,
This is the sound of grains shocked in an apple.
Autumn, my friend is a fresh mascara
It is spread, thoroughly reducing days.

Soon everything is capable of freeing with ice -
- Blue thick classic hardcover.
This is autumn, my friend, this is the thoughts about
How to feed old people and babies from a spoon.
How to tremble alone necessary by all people
Like a logice, or who knows it ...

This is autumn, my friend, it's a beak crane,
This is the sound of grains shocked in an apple.
Autumn, my friend is tears of love
To all that without this love dies ...