Текст песни Бушуева Елена - Осень

You have four autumn in the year
And hundreds of blues on the record.
For now, the angels have not thrown -
I will send one in the parcel.
Attaching cardboard wings,
He will live in your shelf,
And at night the book telephone
You will read all before the crust.

Autumn - Dead Season,
We did not have enough happy tickets,
Autumn - empty horizon,
Autumn for life bad sign.

And you will understand how you want
Adopt to the carriage window.
And your pseudoodinoches
Flews on the road with a gray cat.
And we are rapidly twisted
Under waltz desperate summer.
And the meaning of life will be discovered
In the hands of an unexpected wind.

Autumn - Dead Season,
We did not have enough happy tickets,
Autumn - empty horizon,
Autumn for life bad sign.

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