Текст песни Скандалисты - Осенний медляк

Music haunts me
Flight of the autumn wing
Crimson yellow autumn Russian
She took my roads away

And endless rain outside the windows
Does not drum, but ripples
And works peacefully on glass
He does not paint, minces

Where can he compete with the cold
Gloomy mother winter
Which is famous for its canvases
Windowed white mess

And the rain is not a pretentious entertainer
His creations are more modest
I'm February myself, but autumn
Avaricious brushes are my kin

And the sky is impassable - gray
Doesn't get tired of watering with longing
No, the sun hasn't burned out
Gone for a temporary rest

Gone with the last summer flare
Let him take a breath
We've got enough gold under our feet
On this cloudy flight

The tart slush will saturate the soul
In a sad whisper, without words
And your cherished coppers
We will send bonfires to the pawnshop

Music haunts you
The one you can't escape from?
You don't choke the sad notes
Just let it play