рп,марсель,птаха - настроение осень - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will click on the play, and the whole world is like with me. It gains a rhythm, and calls after him. Trams are floating smoothly, on slippery rails. Outside the window, rains, areas and not songs. Past houses, and yellowed maples. Past the ninth, and straight to the enthusiasm. Monotonously, in the depths of the district, in the middle of the new fall, from the windows of dusty rooms, I see smoke from the pipes, and the paths of trams. I see this city that pulls behind me. I see those people who stayed here. And this city is all forever. Against the background, seven skyscrapers, nine stations, leaves fall, and circle in pairs. Old courtyards, against the background of parks and buildings. City longing will burn under a bright flame. In the rain that the avenues washed. This pain ... under the hood and a cap. Under the tracks that play in my player. Everything is not so bad while the stereo plays. I will click on the play, and the whole world, as if with me. I swim quietly, in the tram in the area. Closer to the house, through the window in the background, I see that I am so familiar to pain. The tram circle, what I see from the windows. When autumn comes, we give birth to lines. Looking from top to bottom, from house 38, I remember too early, autumn came. The mood is autumn, I close my eyes and add the volume. And if anyone asks me, I will answer: I am alive, mood autumn ... mood autumn, I close my eyes and add the volume. And if anyone asks me, I will answer: I am alive, the mood of autumn ... And I still see these rhymes into plots to the stories, that the new summer glues the new summer of concrete walls, the inhabitants of the system when the leaves fall More and more often we write faster the calendar changes its numbers changes everyday life, the lives of yards at the Studios of Songs are appreciated by devoted people appreciate the time among this Osseni in my demo are looking for all the answers to questions again to Plai and all the new ones fly up again and melt with them again Years and we are subjects from old notebooks along the streets, just in search of something in the middle of the rain, I am adding the volume and I am familiar to me that in my columns the mood is autumn, I close my eyes and add volume. And if anyone asks me, I will answer: I am alive, mood autumn ... mood autumn, I close my eyes and add the volume. And if anyone asks me, I will answer: I am alive, the mood of autumn ... For years, with a miles of life with a chain of life we wore our teeth to tear the flesh of fate, we inhaled nicotine like the dogs of war, we have no more chasing us, so we are not alone We were not arrogant, we did not change the goals of life, although we look, now we have not sold on TV, although we are already tired, but it means we need it, this is part of the dream and I love my city, I hate this noise going home alleys, remember the maple? Even with the summer outside the window, my soul, I will be in it in every word, in every line in every drop of rain on the golden foliage I will dissolve in the autumn clouds and falling from heaven to melt on its lips, this is my time and I write about it, it gives me it Hope, and I breathe a city of dreams, love, traffic jams, arches, roads and gold foliage to her, I close my eyes and add volume. And if anyone asks me, I will answer: I am alive, mood autumn ... mood autumn, I close my eyes and add the volume. And if anyone asks me, I will answer: I am alive, mood autumn ...