Текст песни Бумбокс - И вновь наземной проседью растает лето в осени

So chaste greens your eyes sincere,
What are full of emeralds because celestial edges
Unbearable pumps routine
Marking a foresight on the tops of houses

Again gray ground thaw in summer autumn
And you all get younger in the eyes
Not timid, did not dare to, and what you can you do
After all, your portrait I became as a way of

If only force me, I would have become a field of chamomile,
What would your eyes girlish delight all white simplicity
And if it had not liked it, he would become a morning haze
What will be forgotten in the morning at the threshold of spring

Again gray ground thaw in summer autumn
And you all get younger in the eyes
Not timid, did not dare to, and what you can you do
After all, your portrait I became as a way of

On the night of sleepless under a thunderous roar
sadness creeps into the house with the blue I grieve
Gather the words in the verses of oblivion,
I wish I was not born a genius, what would they describe you

Again gray ground thaw in summer autumn
And you all get younger in the eyes
Not timid, did not dare to, and what you can you do
After all, your portrait I became as a way of