Текст песни Егор Журенко - Осенью

And I do not see the sun day after day fucking
Shadow, and so dark here, as a mole underground burn laziness
Pain in the temples and on the soul longing ... so all year round
My mother did not understand any of the bad weather so I rushing
Strangles my second I'm generous
He wants to talk to, and I refuse to listen
Sometimes it's so boring and did not want to live
It is necessary to drink less in the past and even to forget

In my house smells like autumn
Leaves are falling from the top sharp
Crossroads of the people go, the wind following
Do not break! Hold on! Bury is generous life

But who told you that there would be so much fun ?!
Who has advised return good for evil ?! What are you doing?!
Here is a utopia that second hang
Here and there will be nobody to substitute his shoulder
Bracho, do not think about someone
After all, without good is not evil, without being alone is not the Sun.
Here Toko so. not the other way and there is no exchange
If you are tired then die! There will come a second shift ...