Тимур - Осень - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In autumn, glass in a trolleybus turns into the places of correspondence, as if everyone wants to express what is in his thoughts.

Kilobytes of tenderness, a plague of infinity, the October wind in asphalt to eternity.

It was the wrong morning, not that breakfast.

I am lying in the leaves with a look at the sky, waiting for tomorrow.

The effect of the stairs, I thought we will meet.

Falling into the sky, you are furious again.

She left, taking with her part of the soul and the rest of the summer.

The ticking of the clock, exploding the silence with showers from the sky.

Star space and icy hands.

They touched minutes, biting your lips.

Trembling under the skin. Is it possible?

For two, one breath through the distance.

Lonely street with the smell of autumn.

Between us the wind and confusing nets.

In a white tiled bathroom, washing off the traces of makeup, wrapped in a blanket.

She will look at the rain with leaf fall ...

On the outskirts, trams pounded, and leaves fall with sadness.

You are sad and missing me, oh, from us cooling tea ..

Erasing the dust from the autumn gramophone, the music of autumn is pouring, the music of thunder pours.

Knocking on the roofs of the old theater rain, the night is trembling.

The hair of the outgoing intermission develops, red -haired, goes through the park.

The last leaf fall, exhaling fresh steam, sticks fallen leaves to the sole.

This is like old age, but we do not understand the meaning.

A warm blanket was looking for a hug.

Thoughtfully and silently listened to the steps of the tile, swinging at the fireplace in the chair, breathing.

The impulses of cold hands, torn dress, pale wrists of the soul.

She was silent, sorting out the strands.

Morning tea, one .. cheese from apartments and you .. in a cozy room .. A crumpled bed .. warm breath of two bodies.

And this world is made of polyethylene for me, and the sky somehow smiles outside the window.

The bridge with a warm string connecting us, the slow jazz brought us together in love.

On the outskirts, trams pounded, and leaves fall with sadness.

You are sad and missing me, oh, from us cooling tea ..

Gloomy sleepy September, nostalgia and memories.

In the old park, the branches swayed, waited for cold and warm hugs.

On the outskirts, trams pounded, and leaves fall with sadness.

You are sad and missing me, oh, from us cooling tea ..

Gloomy sleepy September, nostalgia and memories.

In the old park, the branches swayed, waited for cold and warm hugs.