heaven on horseback at the autumn parade
the dough is kneaded out of those recommended for decoration
but on TV they lie about the war
I live on the scales in this kind of year
my song, of course, is a rainy one
my song is unsung
and undressed
my song is an answer to the letters from Anna and Lisa
splashes of wind hang on drenched eaves

spring gathered them to her lips
then she disappeared
with sorrow on my shoulders, I crawl along the road
to die is nothing if you’ve had a little to drink
but what is stopping me from leaving you is that
I belong to us all
where there is danger and delirium is a living tomb
for our loyalty and bread, we’re lifted onto pitchforks
this autumn is payment for the light
we dance at the bends in the road and the turns of the centuries
there is no end for anyone, even those who are no longer with us
our song is with you in the couds
and when nothing, nothing is happening
yesterday, I could still remember that life was but a dream
then my life became this autumn

if surrounding us is only evil
if everything around has worn thin
love us all, Lord, quietly
love us all, Lord, loudly
sometimes our lives are overgrown with flowers
that means, my friend, He has passed amongst us
but to see Him isn’t easy

love us all, Lord, quietly
love us all, Lord, loudly
love us all, Lord, quietly
love us all, Lord

ДДТ - Осенняя
DDT - Autumn