Текст песни Агата Кристи-Щекотно - Осень падает с деревьев,серое небо в лужах...

Rain season
Why wind clouds
Do not blow away
So many long days I was winter
Distant sorry

And this rain all day
Everyone thought that I was just too lazy
Let it go
And in fact, I was afraid but
Now all the same and I'm not afraid
Autumn falls from the trees gray sky in puddles
Children do not go home they do not need
Songs Future Songs die of hunger in the belly.
Tomorrow we go home
I do not want it cold

And we are like leaves falling from the trees
Blood trickled into puddles
Oh, how boring my God
Sing to me of something for dinner
Sing me that was sad
Just do not hurt a lot
Sing to me was terrible
To be tickled