Текст песни Елена Касьян - С точки зрения осени

From the point of view of autumn, the world is a frozen wind,
metamorphosis of the acorn
and the diversity of umbrellas ...
It seemed to you that you are not alone in the world.
You’re not ready yet to accept the opposite.

You still wake up in the same cold room
in the same cold city where he always fell asleep.
Just don’t remember her,
just don’t remember her.
From the point of view of eternity, the year is nonsense.

The brazen autumn wind cleverly knocks down the acorns.
Think up anything, fool yourself
as if she weren’t
there wasn’t at all, Lord ...
Just by morning, something in the chest is desperate.

You can check the space, measuring the night in steps,
get a cold
and get enough of it.
Somewhere (for example, somewhere) the world is inhabited only by you.
In terms of life, you can’t get there.