The northern wind
Is playing with the yellow leaves
A ship has stopped dead on its roads
And a plane over Moscow, too
All the world around
Has become our secret
The autumn is beating with the wing
You're my God, you give me
Happiness with the shade of despair
Three centimeters above the ground
While you're by my side, you're with me
We won't forget how to fly
A spoiled saint
Can still surprise
I hear the echo of events
In the gunbattle of clocks
I'm still trying to forget them
But I'm not completely ready to this.
Everything is foregone
Not by chance
The autumn is beating with the wing
You're my God, you give me
Happiness with the shade of despair
Three centimeters above the ground
While you're by my side, you're with me
We won't forget how to fly
A spoiled saint
Can still surprise
Three centimeters above the ground
While you're by my side, you're with me
We won't forget how to fly
A spoiled saint
Can still surprise