Текст песни Жабенок Дмитрий - Без шума,треска,без следа

Without noise , crackling , without a trace
Autumn was coming to this city
And become disgusting food
And I , perhaps , not so young and

Not already rich life apart
When burned as if all draft
But postural too catch myself thinking
It 's different , I did not used to live

I 'm not used to seeing in the glass edge
Be the wind , cobwebs in the sky sail
Today, maybe I make tea
Tomorrow does throw a drink

But the tie altogether and put a cross arm
In it really is no particular reason
I know that for a long time standing on the ground
All cover those people , books , shops