Текст песни Веселая осень - Веселая осень

It's time to circled yellow leaves
I live on Borovka, this is our home this is our capital
Native yards, all the same drunk faces
And I as in the sky in the sky, but for some reason I do not sleep
I am going on the street chasing thoughts, where we fumble what will happen to us later and what is happening
We will fight breaking any borders
Hap Traditsi, Ebashchik Moscow and other regions of our capital
And someone managed to overlap and not to sleep while keeping faith in God, keeping positions do not need to stylish under someone
in life to shift, our strength in unity, the provilient faith and I am the soul of the belief you believe me, the marriage you believe