Текст песни Владимир Базыкин - Кореша

In yellow autumn, the leaves quietly whirl from the branches,
And they fall into cold puddles.
I often dream here, tormenting, dreaming,
As the cranes fly away to the warm land again.

Chorus:
Sidekick, sidekick, if you're out there in the wild
You will tear yourself away from worries a little
Sidekick, sidekick, I ask you, no more:
Write me a couple of lines about yourself in the zone.

All who do not forget me in dashing years,
Thank you all very much - I shake my hand from the bottom of my heart.
It's a pity that I'm wasting years here,
But how are you? Drop me a line about this in jail.

Chorus.

Everything, changing, flows - summer autumn changes,
Time does not slow down its rapid pace.
But my time does not speed up a measured step,
Although the third year is already completing the new century.

Chorus.