Текст песни
The canvas is waiting for me and the brush is ready
A sketch of autumn
Where is the opal leaf
The winds are calling
His name is harsh
There is a whisper
Of the lunar ideal in it
There is a sad autumn view in the window
And the birds are drowning in the distance
Like a moment the stars burn in the darkness
And my soul is cold
A dry leaf
Like a sigh of the past
Spinning in the dance
Draws a path
The forest freezes
Waiting for something else
Getting ready to step into winter
There's an autumnal bitter taste in the window
Melancholy will overwhelm
Like the surf
And if you turn back the clock
Alas
Don't become yourself again
The wind whispers
The crowns bend
The branches groan
The night is coming
Autumn is crying
Dreams keep tearing up
There's ice in my heart
There's ice in my heart
There is a sad autumn view in the window
And the birds are drowning in the distance
Like a moment the stars burn in the darkness
And my soul is cold
