Текст песни Трофим - Не моя вина

It's not my fault that the seven seas
   Birds fly in the autumn
   What lost the key to the front door
   Komunalki with a kitchen for three families
   Where in the old room with three windows
   Gulf light living spring
   And crazy, flavor of love
   And with you we would not sleep
   
   I wanted to give you the world
   And carried out the bakery chocolate
   And jeans worn to holes
   All had lived through your patches
   And graduated with honors as a family
   And diapers everywhere over the head
   And it seemed to us that the mad world
   Do not dare to separate us with you
   
   Only it turned out that the spring light
   Spilling resembling a little bit
   Like the full house, but there is no happiness
   And the soul of the soul lost the way
   And looking up to the sky with gray
   None of what we did not ask
   
   It's not my fault that the seven seas
   Birds fly in the autumn
   
   Birds fly in the autumn