Текст песни Саша Растич - Последний блюз

I got one more portion of wet snow in my face,
A few more grams of heavy autumn land
And the cold embrace of flying foliage

The rest of me is already here
The rest of me is no longer
Doesn't take with him, doesn't drag with the wave
As before to new and bright worlds,
But only to the old walls, to you

I would still drag the smoke of autumn fires,
Milliliters of salt in someone’s beautiful eyes,
Single bed of dried, faded herbs

The rest of me is already here
The rest of me is no longer
Doesn't take with him, doesn't drag with the wave
As before to new and bright worlds,
But only to the old walls, to you

A blanket in autumn colors, with a head,
Rewound wet road
I will forget the habitual subsequent fear,
And you whisper to me "Yes, and thank God," that

Do not take, do not drag
As before to new and bright worlds,
But only to the old walls, to you