Текст песни Е.Клячкин - Осенняя песня

The clouds in the sky from a gray wool
Damp , gray
It does not matter , because I'm used to ...
In this pool of wet wool
And worrying runs
Under water my twin .

People even in the daytime do not look in the window
In the rain get wet antenna
TV in the warmth ...
City substitutes sky roof
Pretending not to hear
Dance of drops on the glass.

The evening gives light reflection
And apartments dumb links
Hung over the yard ...
Wind whips reflection
He is looking for the touch area
And booed house .