Текст песни Вера Полозкова - Осень

Fall again worn with sleeves,
electrifies the hair - the gate is narrow .
my boy, I hope you are healthy
and berezhёshsya too large loads.
puts you in the world of books fragrant words
and dynamics - new music.

city ​​after the summer stands thin,
chilly as seven in the morning after a party .
nothing moves even smoke ;
only the birds under heaven swim like tea leaves ,
passer and laughs Ferry , already gray .

you had your hands with intricate map of veins,
hot laughter and short scar on his chin.
lighthouses looked at us pleadingly , as orphans ,
Sea sprinkles, if the oil in a skillet ,
smelled dark wines from taverns ;

so wasp killing , keep in fingers - & quot; stung . stung by a & quot ;.
so blubbered go out of the theater .
so shall fall - always with the orchestra, as Frank Sinatra .

someone remembers us together. for such a frame
it's nothing,
it's nothing,
regret nothing .