Текст песни Сказы Леса - Бр.Л.Бр

Braga Brelot summer and stumbled on autumn
And I was led from green to bluish tint
It dragged me on the granite field
From the frying pan into the fire - at will
Again the cold earth, mushroom rain on the fields

Greedily inhaling smoke in September dawns
A fly in the sky of the soul perished somewhere
And they are a voice from the sky-high mysey
Under the wings carrying a secret erupted numbers
And I thought my destiny, ah on a cliff at the edge

Beats in the puddles, and glass shards at his feet
Again led me along the familiar road
Under the cloak of mushrooms, russula, mushrooms
Here again I sailed somewhere
And the bright colors attract, wore their autumn finery

Curtain glass leaf veil
time passed before, now became
Gray-hsin distance is calling again and beckons
And I'm not sad, not anxiety, not hurt.
Again the cold earth, mushroom rain on the fields