Текст песни kommunikaция - лето закончится

Summer is over in the cold rain
and you get lost in the yellow leaves underfoot.
Late for the first pair, it scolded.
But it will not care. Grey town and the smell of burning.
You're going to think that somewhere far away -
the sky is clear, the sun, the children laugh,
plus twenty-five and breathe so easily,
forest near the shore of the lake, big wind ...
True happiness does not depend on no matter what.
And I've always been friends with math.
But I do know that the most important thing in the life of love
and one - they all know how to live.
At night, I go out of the house and - vnikuda.
In a quiet temple of the city all the windows the candles go out.
World trolleybus wires, and I know that beauty
It fits in every frame in Mige eternity.

Words are empty, just the hand and ahead.
It's not raise the bridges, so romantic.
Underfoot crunches September ice
and we shine with a lighthouse, or in any way.

Living on less than thirty has no special meaning.
We are children of a factory of happiness, but not right somehow assembled.
In the morning, he has a headache, as if the head pussy SWAT.
But it's just a hangover, and it's time to decide something.
You allow yourself to be different.
Because it is not right, so that's when it hurts the soul.
My poems - your missed calls.

Try not to think, and forget to turn away.
Sad boy do not suck in girls sad ending.
Those in favor of Putin, who for rebellion
as you please, and whether it meets the crowd.
I shove those thoughts back to where I got.
So it is impossible within all falls down.
Living on less than "thirty" does not make much sense.
In general, it makes no sense
a life.