Текст песни Алькор - Мокрый ноябрь

The year ends
The day is getting smaller
The night is coming
In a host of autumn worries.

Twilight in the morning and twilight in the evening
The sky is marked with dark wings
Slides between houses in disbelief
Gray trash cat.

Wet November, with crazy leaves in autumn puddles:
Either spring, or winter is coming, one cannot understand in the morning.
Until January, it will fly with snow, with a drop outside the window
We must live - and at dusk I will be good.