Текст песни Буч - Butch - Чувства на волю

There is no apparent reason
   I'm sad, it seems, the fourth day.
   Even your potseluy- bitterness.
   I know that all this is an attack autumn disease.
    
   If you keep quiet, so do not be angry.
   I can hear the sea in shells ears.
   A beautiful and fragile as the yellow leaf,
   I was lying on the ground.
   Somehow, easy on the soul.
    
   I am releasing feelings at will.
   You see, they fly to the south.
   Swirling flock over his head
   And suddenly disappear.
    
   Will the winter, and I stand still,
   Once in the window looking at her.
   Before I get through is not enough hands.
   Will only shout
   My spell:
    
   I am releasing feelings at will.
   You see, they fly to the south.
   Swirling flock over his head
   And suddenly disappear
    
   I am releasing feelings at will.
   You see, they fly to the south.
   Swirling flock over his head
   And suddenly disappear
    
   I am releasing feelings at will.
   You see, they fly to the south.
   Swirling flock over his head
   And suddenly disappear