Текст песни Evan Gard - 12. Песня без начала, без конца и без особого смысла

Sad Autumn
grief is time
and the wind blows
leaves from the yard
simple chords
heard in silence
Orange lit.
arrives to me
I asked him
Where are you from leaf
and he answered me
I wind flow
me is the wind
on the slate roof
and in the morning alive
and in the evening calm
me is the wind
on the surface of the water
lunar field
In the next sweep in
I do not know why
Maybe it is my rock
driven into the asphalt
yellowing of roads

I do not know why
Maybe it is my rock
driven into the asphalt
yellowing of roads
I die in the schedule
like scrapping
I will destroy
afternoon calm
and then cold
wind flow
suffered in the surrounding area
crumpled piece
the long avenues
dragged into a thread
on city streets
cry and live
the long avenues
dragged into a thread
on city streets
cry and live

Sad Autumn
grief is time
and the wind blows
leaves from the yard
simple chords
heard in silence
and leaves fly
the window to me
and leaves fly
the window to me
and leaves fly
the window to me
and leaves fly
the window to me
and leaves fly
the window to me