Текст песни Белый - Листопад

Autumn. The city is crying. He cannot do otherwise.
I'm puzzled again in the rain Life
And I'm from the studio from Falcon to Tverskaya with thoughts
Do I think right? Walking through this life
Past the construction lines in the head wind
On transitions, puddles, asphalt, ashes
Taxi, headlights, high beam light illuminates
What I think only the sky knows
Urban breathes again with new fall foliage
Autumn plays with feelings, September beats in the heart
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I will answer after, after the cartage of brides
Limousines, weddings, music, restaurants
Someone is so happy, smiling, funny, drunk
And tomorrow maybe they will ask for something new
And he will be met by autumn, he will throw the leaves under his feet

Kitchen, tea, alone with longing for summer
Already in October, the three of us are marking the oppression
Refined sweets in Stevie Wonder saucers
Tearing the rest of the living room painfully familiar genre
Long beeps like butter in a heart fire
And outside the window, autumn and nowhere to go
Weeks run, November blows cold
I can hear the streets of the city with a new motive
And I again from the Falcon to the Tver whisper
Overtaking the cold, I walk for no reason
And remember the wedding, the cartridges of September
Foet of fate, Love, joyful eyes
And the saxophone in the player returns in the fall
Yellow leaves, like the city dropped again
I threw the vanity, you sms dump
I'm unreachable again, I'll call you back after