Текст песни Осень Моей Жизни - Альбомы

They will never be family albums
Where the yellowed photos crumbled leaves
They circled the empty boulevards
And they sent empty letters to the memory.

Words froze on the lips of the cold
And tears melt the snow flying into your hands.
They breathed the frost on the eyelashes,
Then they shot, just like that, out of boredom.

They loved sadness, all names and dates.
Their thoughts were tangled in the smoke of marijuana.
Opiates settled in their warm blood
On a sharp blade in a hot tub

In the morning, on glossy colored covers,
They laughed in beautiful pictures
And in the evening on a smoked spoon,
Melted, leaning back.

They will never be family albums
And the rain, for the umpteenth time, will prolong its reprise,
In the apartment of those who have known him for a long time,
People who left in the fall along the cornice.