Текст песни Рекорд Оркестр - От сентября

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

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

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

Nothing else remains
Above me the sky stooped,
Smears cloud a fan.
Sprinkles rain trifle streets.

Shredded 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 the sultry lips
Burns the 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 debris under the nail of the day ...
As if things are not going on with me
From September to September.