Текст песни Юта - Чуть неуверенно

Last warm day, lace branches of my fall
This is not nostalgia - morning laziness
Distant lands or abroad, to Rome or Paris
Birds fly in the sky watercolor

A little insecure, black
Follow the trail of forgotten lines
So people probolevshy all summer,
Quiet walks in the first snow,
A little insecure ...
A little insecure ...
A little insecure ...

And tomorrow will be snow white to sleep, clean and weightless,
Hush correspondence, dreams, libraries
For quiet & quot; doze & quot; thank tomorrow gifts
Anything from an old - Today aground

A little insecure, black
Follow the trail of forgotten lines
So people probolevshy all summer,
Quiet walks in the first snow,
A little insecure ...
A little insecure ...
A little insecure ...