Текст песни MoSHkin - За окном прохлада

Lyrics: Boris Yuryevich Kupchin
Music: Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

Outside, the cool

Autumn came, withered leaves.
Birds flew, mosquitoes have died.
Do not peep birthmarks in the ear at night.
From this sleep with a lover close to us.

synthesizer

Autumn came, the cool outside,
For the soul burning chilling reward.
Cold sobered soul into heavenly developer.
Gone are "pests" harvest "the audience".

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It sheds rain, cold lick.
Autumn heart breaks. By the fireplace, we close.

Birds flew away. Cold and sad.
Why not ask: "Why so dull?"

sax solo "Autumn melancholy"

One day in the morning as if warmer
Let's come to the window, and all the white behind it.
To us came zimushka gray winter.
Snow brought all. Turbid moon.

piano

September 3, 2015
Album Boris Kupchin 2015