| Autumn will let you know about itself by squelching in my Nikes
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| Black color and will not leave a trace of summer.
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| Bottles of alcohol, looking for yourself at the bottom.
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| The nights are longer here, I meet October not with her,
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| I smoke a lot so that my world looks like Disney.
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| The sun no longer warms and the bed is colder,
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| I don’t wait for news, I hide myself more often within four walls.
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| A familiar room where at night I torture something on fruit
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| And mugs of coffee and fall asleep before dark.
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| Then, not sleeping, I move to the university,
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| After I hang for hours within social networks.
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| Blurred, grams, the light of the sun in the glass of the window frame,
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| The inscription "Online" at the top right on the VKontakte page.
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| My dreams are dying crashing on the ceiling
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| With smoke that will take all the goodies out of your eyes.
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| Chorus:
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| Breathe deep into yourself this autumn,
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| Again, I promise myself to quit all this by spring.
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| Even though I still know that I'll be the same again
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| A little change can only externally.
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| Breathe deep into yourself this autumn,
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| Again, I promise myself to quit all this by spring.
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| Even though I still know that I'll be the same again
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| A little change can only externally.
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| This permanence will not end tomorrow morning
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| Or in the evening and I have nothing to wait here.
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| I plant the liver with excessive consumption of alcoholic beverages
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| Entangled life in white and black threads.
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| Record tracks that won't jump to the masses
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| Smoke weekdays with kilograms of bent plastic.
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| Meet September choking on memories
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| Splattered on cigarettes like in yesterday's drama.
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| Coming from the head with foam will drive out all unnecessary problems,
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| But they can't drive out the memory.
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| And they can't make your little world better,
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| Where you seem to be smiling on the outside, but on the inside you are the spitting image of Pierrot.
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| Try to turn back the time
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| Which will forever cut off the connection with the past ax.
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| Try to change all this constancy at the root,
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| Try replacing Wednesday or Thursday with Tuesday.
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| From day to day…
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| -==-
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| Chorus:
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| Breathe deep into yourself this autumn,
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| Again, I promise myself to quit all this by spring.
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| Even though I still know that I'll be the same again
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| A little change can only externally.
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| Breathe deep into yourself this autumn,
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| Again, I promise myself to quit all this by spring.
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| Even though I still know that I'll be the same again
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| A little change can only externally.
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| New songs and their lyrics |