Текст песни motnoir - Осеннее интермеццо

What's in a row coming autumn?
The new autumn unpleasant,
throws leaves.
He stopped at the stroke of elegant brush
right in the face, the new graying hair.

Hiding under the tan
and freed from the holey soles,
we polёmsya to the clock bar,
water for taps
and you're there
someone kivnёsh.
Lowering the bottom of a glass of all malice and misery,
drink in one gulp
and fell under the table, like a log.
I would allow myself to confess to the bartender,
but I cut his throat
fragments of life.

Under no spizzhennym lantern,
only
We have joined hands
and became a shameful fabrication.
I used your bed, but things in the closet,
and there is a whole cemetery.
Did you ever in a thousand
Box No.
"When you intentionally,
 We are happy "?
Without any money and beauty fades
and veins of pure ice separates.

You know,
it's -
sumptuously,
that our sufferings
can not see
the edges.