Текст песни Цитадель Ветров - Осень

The creaking of the floorboards in the quiet,
Twilight enter the house,
To their tracks
Darkness cover his tail.

Dormant comfort in the walls,
But I do not have dreams,
I am waiting for me, as a secret sign,
The first moonrise.

Every autumn - riot
Every autumn - call,
As if waiting for me too
Shadows in the woods.

Through a century of fog
I know, I'll go again,
Just calm - deception
I can not wait.

OL: whine old wounds,
Raging fire
Memory puts traps
And scribbling sentence.

And I believe in miracles
Until the last day ...
That way here
Once again beckoned me!

Beckoned me ...

El warm and fireplace,
And lulls quiet,
So you had one
Even when you're sleeping.

To faded distance,
Songs trailed motive
And those he met,
I would be betrayed, forgotten.

But do not hold here,
Do not lull the rest,
And news of the Foothills
Wind wag his hand.

Squeaks softly door
Like what sigh,
Maybe its
Trail on the horizon ...