Текст песни Трофим - не моя вина

It's not my fault that the seven seas
Birds fly in the autumn
What lost the key to the front door
Komunalki with a kitchen for three families
Where in the old room with three windows
Gulf light living spring
And crazy, flavor of love
And with you we would not sleep

I wanted to give you the world
And carried out the bakery chocolate
And jeans worn to holes
All had lived through your patches
And graduated with honors as a family
And diapers everywhere over the head
And it seemed to us that the mad world
Do not dare to separate us with you

Solo.

Only it turned out that the spring light
Spilling resembling a little bit
Like the full house, but there is no happiness
And the soul of the soul lost the way
And looking up to the sky with gray
None of what we did not ask

[Stop]

It's not my fault that the seven seas
Birds fly in the autumn

Solo.

Birds fly in the autumn