Текст песни Ракетобиль - Осений Марш

Throw everything to hell with dogs, this wind will not for a long time,
It takes only this wind ...

Distribution happiness to me is no longer a pocket,
Mats in heaven at night late, in the morning early.
A dirty yellow brush embroidered as if on the summer cartoon -
Golden orchestra plays march.

Musicians with a parade in the eaps of yellow leaves.
The royal wind came out in the best festive dress.
Easy gesture and now breaking a gray-daisy landscape.
The city sounds the autumn march.

Throw everything to hell with dogs, this wind will not for a long time,
It treats only this wind.
Throw everything, look - the queen's retinue is already close,
And she is still in response.

Throw everything to leave, forget, dissolve in the muddy sky.
I read in gray faces a book of eternal distrust.
Joy, twisted near, unnoticed.
And no one will remember, will not understand.

And the bonfires of trees in the sky are salted by the new government.
Throwing the army of autumn passion pass through people.
Someone something sees, hears, only referring to the mirage,
Over the city rare autumn march

Throw everything to hell with dogs, this wind will not for a long time,
It treats only this wind.
Throw everything, look - the queen's retinue is already close,
And she is still for everything in response