Текст песни чайный север. - сон в осеннюю ночь.

in the pocket of every autumn jackets
is stored
rainy
blues.
a trifle, but nevertheless
always a pleasure
find him.
let it go

clearly written out plan
pounding the pavement
drops. and I do not need anything.
let him be given a medal for bravery
with the caption "I'm sorry, but you're not a hero."

and I do not pretend.
to me is more important than the synthesis of decay
molecular "in the mustache does not blow."
and indeed glad to get lost

in Listopad. raising your level up,
I contain you in the score
and is considered as a stage

Simulation relations, and humanity in general.
pulls you thought.
the rest is the inheritance of clichés

vanishing into the autumn folders.
and inscribed between the lines
authors throws sneakers
in the novelty and dedlaynovy
term.

late. or longer.
a meeting
not
will be held.
this fall through the blues
someone still
someone
dream.