Текст песни Рекорд Оркестр - От сентября

Ray dawn beating on the ceiling,
For haze smeared window.
Climbs into the loop rate persistently syllable
And it seems that the fingers of one chord is not contacted.

Hundreds of kilometers confusing
Between the lines laid down distance.
And here I am ... And here I am ...
Your notice.

Current lip-58th,
String under the nail fragments of the day ...
As if things are not going on with me
From September to September.

Nothing left
Above me the sky stooped,
Smears cloud webs.
Sprinkles rain trifle streets.

Mangled shreds, threw
Vanity with chewing persons.
Fly - yes already streaked with gray wings,
Night after night I dream:

The edge away from the local blizzards.
Touching sultry lips
Burns yellow prairie fire.
As rain clouds to the ground
I'll be back - you just call me,
Strait on the night pavement.

Current lip-58th,
String under the nail fragments of the day ...
As if things are not going on with me
From September to September.