Текст песни Белиев - Осень придёт

And it will be the day when your old man toss all,
Are you taking the entire load on himself,
You will understand, exude already gray hair,
And close all the vile mud of September.

You cease to live, remained in the world,
As you yourself once coined himself.
You're not funny, and sad satire,
Tired, surrendering resignation.

And the streets are those that once seemed
Contrast, bright, full of light,
Now she faded, rubbed, were
In a world where still summer.

And you? And you? You certainly are not looking.
Yes, remember, we all remember, but vaguely,
After you wear status once he "detective"
He died without leaving lines and fleeting.