Текст песни Олег Мухачев - Осень

Pour water all the time. Their souls are tired of not living bodies. Water shout in the fall, flaming red autumn, which converged all hope, all year and millennium. Leaves become a war, soldiers and weapons. Leaves shoot in the air, in the sky, in the unimaginable horror of plants. Left us all forget, sleep, fall into the lava. Burn with shame in the fire-breathing kernels mixed with vapors and gases within the atmosphere puddles. Otherwise, we have lost a relative to the night ahead through the effects of time ahead for instant winter. And you're lagging behind the fall, you're standing in coffins centuries, you went beyond the walls. Vrastesh as an immortal tree, and then you forget. Throwing knives in destiny, that you expect from life? Some bad thoughts you ran blindly? Leave your haughty experience, skills and all their belongings, you will save a fall. Year after year, roaring fossilized pine, trembling with grass and earth. Pine remember frosts, traces of tinkling ice. Pine saw tears of love, suffering, pain. Say goodbye to the dream, I was so little irony, not enough for me to lie on the floor, ceiling swallow rain. Ask whether the fall of money? Ask whether autumn happiness? Ask whether the autumn of life? I'm a light white tin, I myself find traps, I'll speak about the mountain, I for myself burden. And all the while pouring water on the heads of us, all the while yelling at the person. Water bugs are forgotten predictions. Water enveloped autumn, confused all the consequences, the skin was removed from the tree, and quietly go north. No, we do not become the river at this time of rotting. No, we did not become friends in this shameful time. No, we can not build a house in this blackish century. On the outskirts of ragged mountains barely survived our bright ideas and wind. Wind throw stones, the wind carries dust and doubt, the wind does not like mountains. And I stayed there childhood and the old city, the most intimate, tailored case. Because inside me fall, fall within you, and leaves us fly through the ground, leaving color. So our argument is just paint, so we just love each other. So together we'll be with you always. Everything else will take the other and scatter away.