Текст песни Сентябрь - сладок как папиросный дым

That night the sky will not be brighter
 We September morning, need to wait until the morning
 He drinks, but it is hardly more fun
 He does not want the fun, he wants wine
 To even a little bit put off the word & quot; time to & quot;

September - A Moveable Feast
 September sweet as cigarette smoke
 Each has its own method, and I know your:
 Alien breath on someone's shoulder
 When it was yours.
 Whether one, if you want to be young ...

All down, today we celebrate the night
 September is sweet. Celebrate the night without end
 White table, black tea, purple wine
 I knew someone who knew her,
 but I do not remember his face
 Celebrate the night without end