Текст песни Точка росы - С клена опавшее лето

They say there will not lie,
He was seen in the tram.
He sat and looked at the city,
Rain did not touch his cheek.
We are going slowly
Thoughts take on the road.
If in the morning just empty,
In the evenings so sad.

With maple opavshee
Summer became autumn
My song of a different color
I embellished it your boring days
With maple opavshee
Summer became autumn
My song of a different color
I embellished it your boring days

Follow me - this way is not easy
The smoke-filled lungs
The air that lay at their feet,
As the day as a day without a number,
He comes, he is, alas, inevitable

On the steps of the city
Moments believing
Poetry writing, remembering you,
Again late,
I left without tea
And the joy barefoot
He is not missing.