Текст песни Гольфстрим - Листва кружится под ногами

Foliage spin under your feet,
Rogue wind howling blues.
I drown in the autumn palette
Minor sounds his sadness.

Intoxicating the sky above me,
Green-I moon.
I have long wanted to rest:
Life is hectic boring.

Forgetting that there is light at the mountain,
I'll get the joy of the feast.
In my soul, let the pain subside
The music magic lire.

Sway branches,
I love to look at them.
Flashed years in the whirlwind
Closer, closer haunting death.

Leaflets fallen eyelash
The palms gently clench.
I can fall in love with me again,
As a young kid.

But do not sleep to start over,
While there is time rest.
It is a pity so few Indian summer.
It is a pity that the days become shorter.

Foliage turned underfoot,
Rogue wind howling blues.
I drown in the autumn palette
Minor sounds his sadness.