Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Живой.

What was gray ,
So soft orange ,
And under the wing of a white ,
My heart warmed .

And the heat on the trains ,
And on the streets of the heat ,
And yet there is no ice on the rivers ,
Cold time has not come .

Autumn leaves,
Still laughing ,
And again escorted by brush ,
The tree branches are twisted .

What was black ,
Now, bright yellow ,
And it was all around a languid ,
And it seems that something in mind already erased .

Something is missing like,
And again miss you,
Yes, we have again ,
But not cold at all to me.

And the leaves and autumn, and rain and fog ,
Pleasing times ,
Maybe everything and self-deception,
But I feel like I'm alive .