Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Последний лист

Autumn rain, cold wind
From the trees the leaves are blown up by a tramp-wind,
As if he wants revenge for everything.
Only one last left
And with every cry of the sky more noticeable
That this wind - he will take his ...

Chorus:
The last sheet flies down,
And the sky gazes off
And there only black fields under it ... ..
The last sheet is still so clean
His fate still does not know
What lies ahead is the land ...

And extortion funny shyness
He rushes down, as if into an abyss,
And he whispers: "Have mercy and save ...
Nobody will hurt you there. & Quot;
He says to himself, but he does not see
That all his brothers are in the mud ...