Текст песни Ольга Кормухина - Осень

"This is autumn"

No words no longer ...
Drying autumn letters.
Red Dawn.
Drowned under fallen leaves.
I sing again
There is no strength to stay, and do not want.
Someone said
That autumn loneliness syndrome.

Chorus:
We are singing, I will write -
This is a Russian style.
And how else otherwise
Soul to take away?
We are singing, I will write -
This is a Russian style.
And how else otherwise
Soul to take away?
This is autumn ...
This is autumn ...

A rusty city around
Even where painted in green.
Splashing the rain
The sky will fall in moisture salty.
And red cat
Hopelessly happily from the cold.
The anthem is proposing
In the silence of the empty city.

Chorus:
We are singing, I will write -
This is a Russian style.
And how else otherwise
Soul to take away?
We are singing, I will write -
This is a Russian style.
And how else otherwise
Soul to take away?
This is autumn ...
This is autumn ...

No words no longer ...
Drying autumn letters.
Red Dawn.
Drowned under fallen leaves.

Chorus:
We are singing, I will write -
This is a Russian style.
And how else otherwise
Soul to take away?
We are singing, I will write -
This is a Russian style.
And how else otherwise
Soul to take away?
This is autumn ...
This is autumn ...