Текст песни А.В. Новиков - Сменив на шило мыло

Replacing the awl with soap,
I'm sad in the autumn
In the face I spit with poetry.
Let the reprimand my hamiy
On a bare branch of maple
Hang, in love
In the anguish of dashing wandering,
In the fog of the roadside,
In the asceticism of the spirit ...
Ah, autumn. A whore!
Poet's litter.
How does Sting sound?
Shap of May Hart?
Looks like...
What should I do?
Oh my God...
It seems I'm ending ...
I'm swinging over the abyss ...
And in a moment I'll fall ...