Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Песенка позднего прохожего

I came back , threw
With arms Georgia's expectations .
I say : & quot; Hello , fall ! & Quot;
I say : & quot; Hello, sadness ! & Quot;
Windows believe glance
Like counting the days .
Those that are near ,
Also all alone .

        Only the shadows of passers-by on the pavement ...
         Well, what will happen to you?

Falling yellow leaves,
I hide my tracks .
Falling like a thought -
How to avoid trouble.
Wind blend sheet ,
People vtopchut them in the dirt .
And there is no eternal truths ,
Remember how many times .

        Only the shadows of passers-by on the pavement ...
        Well, what will happen to you? ..