ИН ЗЕ КИТЧЕН - осень вдова - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will recognize autumn in these red clouds.

Here is a widow at the threshold. A train goes to the city of the poet-Several mouth. I am again free bodily vice.

Mom, you gave birth to me like that. For Russia, not for fate.

With gray hair in the eyes. Gitars familiar to you rhythm.

August has fear in his eyes. The autumn sheet with a stack of letters in the yards. The threshold has been closed, you are a holey of mine.

Oh, how many were there, but who would help to cross, let it give me a cool water?

Get drunk from the hands of a cute widow. As is how beautiful you are

Flue in the death of Augustus.

The loose St. Petersburg court remembers the poet's voice. A sowing mouth sang songs about autumn, the wind picked up. The wind picked up.