Words - Pavel Vorobyov.
Music - Pavel Vorobyov, Vyacheslav Komarov.
Mixed by Nikita Malkin.
Recording - Play Rec.
Moving slowly along the cold avenues,
Into one of the concrete objects at a high altitude.
There are only phrases, imprints and facts in my head,
Contacts are useless, a few words about you.
No matter how much or where you are,
Wherever the current takes you down,
Everything that is in your hands cannot be expressed in words.
No matter how much or where you are,
Wherever the current carries you down,
Everything that is in your hands cannot be expressed in words.
It's autumn, all traces have been covered,
Believe me, you're lucky where everyone went.
It's autumn, all traces have been covered,
Believe me, you are lucky, out of spite for everyone.
It's autumn, all traces have been covered,
Believe me, you're lucky where everyone went.
It's autumn, all traces have been covered,
Believe me, you are lucky, out of spite for everyone.
Don't think about it under any circumstances.
Everything I say is just words.
You love to lie under the sun in the summer,
And hang out in Goa.
Don't think about it under any circumstances.
Everything I say is worthless, I.
It's just an imaginary happiness
With notes in the margins.
No matter how much or where you are,
Wherever the current takes you down,
Everything that is in your hands cannot be expressed in words.
No matter how much or where you are,
Wherever the current carries you down,
Everything that is in your hands cannot be expressed in words.
It's autumn, all traces have been covered,
Believe me, you're lucky where everyone went.
It's autumn, all traces have been covered,
Believe me, you are lucky, out of spite for everyone.
It's autumn, all traces have been covered,
Believe me, you're lucky where everyone went.
It's autumn, all traces have been covered,
Believe me, you are lucky, out of spite for everyone.
