Текст песни Альвар - Он идет из осени в осень

Am
C, Dm
Dm, Am
E, Am
He goes from the fall in the autumn,
From mad nebyli in fiction,
To find trying questions
To those answers that beckon in the sky.
Redhead unbuttoned soul
Opening dashing wind
He knows how to look and listen,
And he does not like to give advice.
As cloak, sheltering foliage,
Every year, he goes into the autumn.
No one calls with him,
But go - one will not leave.
Well, in a way? - And "lived-it was"
The hell of sleep remains.
And madness stardust
In the depths of his eyes laughing.
Every year it's a little meaner,
Still sharper his questions.
As raw maple alley
He habitually leaves in the autumn.
Fox-step red leaves,
On the grass, in cold puddles ...
Somewhere in the heart of autumn fox
Each year, he needed someone.
Not being afraid to destroy anything,
He leaves to roam the world,
Redhead unbuttoned soul
Opening dashing wind.