[Intro] Nobody saw it coming, then autumn hit the scene, Well, nothing left to do — come in, our orange queen. Each day a little darker, every night a deeper blue, Let’s get a little closer — now we’re talking, me and you. Who am I? And who are you? Rivers, canals, parks and bridges fill the view. We kick through piles of fallen leaves along the avenue, I wanna bounce like Gummi Bears — admit it, so do you. I know it, And you know it too: Summer stays forever, Still alive in me and you. The Artist only changed the backdrop and the scenery, Orange takes the lead across His autumn imagery. Familiar animation moving right before our eyes, Autumn walks the city under camera-flashing skies. Spun around by wind, still moving gracefully, She rules the town until the winter takes the gallery. Turn the music in my player louder, let it knock, So I don’t sleep at noon like it’s midnight on the clock. Catch the autumn sunlight, hold it in our hands, Share the sunny days with all the people we call friends. [Chorus] Raindrops flying, Leaves keep dropping, The Great Artist’s unseen brushes never stopping. Hope by morning all the rain will settle down, Though the restless weather keeps on circling the town. I wanna bring spring closer, but I better let it be, Everything is in God’s hands — it all will come to be. Everybody’s chasing health and every remedy, But we caught a case of Heaven — the Holy Trinity. [Verse 2] Time appears to stand still, yet there’s never time to spare, Storm or sun, hold every second like a breath of prayer. Stay awake yourself, wake the neighbors from their sleep — Unless they’re brown bears hibernating six feet deep. Clouds keep crying rainfall, but we keep our spirits high, I wanna see a smile on every face that passes by. We’re the lucky ones — who would have thought it true? Four completely different worlds each year we travel through. Autumn fits Saint Petersburg like rhythm fits a rhyme, Somebody says, “No!” — I yell, “Hooray!” every time. Cold? Yeah, cold — and colder days are near, Don’t look at me like that; look alive and bring some cheer. It’s a time for thinking, time to question what we knew, I wanna see the streets alive — not mummies passing through. I want the light in people’s eyes to cut across the gray, I want living saints among us — not just icons on display. I reject depression, every sorrow and dismay, Changing seasons aren’t a reason to throw hope away. Come to think of it, despair has no excuse to stay: There is a Source of Joy — and we know His name today. [Chorus] Raindrops flying, Leaves keep dropping, The Great Artist’s unseen brushes never stopping. Hope by morning all the rain will settle down, Though the restless weather keeps on circling the town. I wanna bring spring closer, but I better let it be, Everything is in God’s hands — it all will come to be. Everybody’s chasing health and every remedy, But we caught a case of Heaven — the Holy Trinity. [Outro] I know it, And you know it too: Summer stays forever, Still alive in me and you. The Artist only changed the scenery.
