The mood of autumn,
I close my eyes and adds volume.
And if someone asks me,

My answer: I live, up in the autumn ...
The mood of autumn,
I close my eyes and adds volume.

And if someone asks me,
My answer: I live, up in the autumn ...


Click on the play,
And the world seems to me.
Finds rhythm

And calling for him.
Trams float smoothly
On slippery tracks.

Outside the window the rain,
areas rather than songs.
Over the houses,

And yellowed maple.
By the ninth,
And straight to Zadonnoy.

Monotonically
In the back area
Among the new fall

From the windows of dusty rooms
I can see the smoke from the chimneys,
And the way of trams.

I see this city,
What's behind it pulls.
I see those people

Who stayed here.
And this city forever
All yours.

In the background, the seven high-rise
Nine stations,
The leaves are falling,

And circling in pairs.
Courtyard of the old,
Against the background of parks and buildings.

Urban longing burns
Under a bright flame.
The rain,

What washes avenues.
This pain ...
Under the hood and cap.

under the tracks that play in my player.
It's not so bad,
While playing the stereo.

Click on the play,
And the whole world,
Seems to me.

I swim quietly
In the tram on the district.
Closer to home,

Through the window background
I see what
What I'm so painfully familiar.

Tram circle
What I see from the windows.
When fall comes,

We are born row.
Looking down,
Out of the house 38

too early to remember
The arrival of autumn.


The mood of autumn,
I close my eyes and adds volume.
And if someone asks me,

My answer: I live, up in the autumn ...
The mood of autumn,
I close my eyes and adds volume.

And if someone asks me,
My answer: I live, up in the autumn ...


And I also plet
these stories in rhyme
See this country
that of my verses
New Summer glues as well as the time

Children of concrete walls,
residents of
When the leaves fall we often write
Faster calendar changes his number
Changes everyday,

court life in the studio
Lyrics appreciate loyal people
Appreciate the time of this osseni
In my demo looking for all the answers
Again on pley

and again all over again
So the days pass and they melt the years
We scenes from old notebooks
In the streets, just in search of something
Rain, I pribavlyuya volume

And I'm familiar tune that in my columns

The mood of autumn,
I close my eyes and adds volume.
And if someone asks me,
My answer: I live, up in the autumn ...

The mood of autumn,
I close my eyes and adds volume.
And if someone asks me,
My answer: I live, up in the autumn ...

For years, miles chain of life we ​​were
Teeth tore the flesh of fate, we are dogs of war

Inhaled nicotine, bro let ka do not drive
We became more, so that we are not alone
We are not conceited, not changed the goal of life, we
Although the look, now we're on TV
We do not sell, but we are tired
But then it is necessary so that a part of a dream
And I love my city, my neighborhood

I hate that noise coming home
Lanes, remember maple?
Even with the summer outside, soul I'll be there
In each word, each line
In every drop of rain on the golden leaves
I'll dissolve in the autumn clouds and falling from the sky melt in her mouth
This is my time and I'm writing about it

It gives me hope, and I told her I breathe
City of dreams, love, plugs, arches, roads and golden foliage

The mood of autumn,
I close my eyes and adds volume.
And if someone asks me,
My answer: I live, up in the autumn ...

The mood of autumn,
I close my eyes and adds volume.
And if someone asks me,
My answer: I live, up in the autumn ...