Текст песни Балашов - осень

The glasses are drunk - the words have become sincere
Yesterday went out with the sparks
Then a night without sleep on the sheets,
Trying to write that no one else wrote,

And tomorrow is a new day and new stories
And I again demolish bridges without completing them,
But you won't ruin your dress with ink
While I pour my soul under the bitch.

Writing about you again, not letting you listen
Do not call proudly, but consider the best
In the first case, running to you.
When there are clouds over Moscow, it is warm for you.

If I could, I would stay with you forever
But we have different plans for this evening
Rooftops with a bunch of blue girlfriends
I would be in your winamp and be in time by the morning.