Сергей Чумаков - Это осень. Муз - В. Бородин, сл - А.Бережной - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sky flows along the wall with fragments of the fog, longing moves in me like a black dog and a strange wags its tail and a hot stench breathe, it would be finished under the bridge, until no one hears ...