Текст песни Мартин Вопля - месяц -

wild times of doubt,
(similar to the drop)
you still have not a shadow on his face -
and you are accused of deliberate falsehood
and there is no need to make excuses ... and stupid.
I understand - all written words -
and neither are half a second - live
your wet-rattling voice.
and my city ... I am surprised before,
I'm sorry, he could surprise me.
bluish haze of burning kostorov
addictive - in a fog spreads -
my wind at night - not sleeping.
puts out leaves silhouettes
(they have become more dynamic, dark;
they are so unrealistic in the light of a tired ...
flickering street lamps).
until the autumn months and months without you,
and so like the truth ... everything dies
(twisted-noisy sweeps
Again the wind, again leaves).
cicadas too navyaschivaya
and the length of one bit of sound
(as long as it does not listen
it seems invisible, beautiful).
- And people are no different
from primitive life form -
I watch a swarm of fireflies,
that hastily flirting
with a street at random spotlight
(for their chipped down - bubbles fire
eight path without females;
the attraction to the edge of the burning glass).
just below the football commentary -
what is happening at the gate with the ball.
and what was, up to that point,
I am married to heard - equal sign.
I remember our last conversation.
the fate of the mark - are false, they are for the blind.
them, just see - you must forget.
(they do not walk signs
to happiness - I wish impasse)
and I'm with you never knew
which would lead line is sent.