Текст песни And End... - Yellow

21st autumn
Raw smell of rotting leaves ,
Under a creeping ground ice crystals .
My thoughts are with the mind like a clean ,
Breaking out from the mouth of thick gray vapor.
Fences trees , giving freedom ,
I harbor life hlopochuschih .
I am here to dissolve, spreading his hands in breadth ,
Smashing into a sad sight sky prorochaschee .
My eyes can not see , sadly clouded ,
And there is no one to throw to them a reproach to the accused.
There is only the cry of the birds and the wind , there is music .
So every autumn nature desperately .