Текст песни Другой Ветер - От сентября до сентября

Sick Sun City
Draw your picture.
And her lips stuck on tracks
Chewy candies.
Shards come true hopes,
Lost in dreams,
Blank Calendar.

Ex: You always keep both go to bed,
And you dream, and I do not care,
With our drunken dawn
He is counting the days of September
Until September.

The whole point is not to lay
The size of a single line.
In prison, too, can live,
Clenching his fists.
And can only tolerate
And listen to the heartbeat,
Limping and dirty knock.

Ex: You always keep both go to bed,
And you dream, and I do not care,
With our drunken dawn
He is counting the days of September
Until September.

He believes in vain ...