Текст песни Сергей НИнаш - За сентябрь

breathing under bed dust
with my half-dead little soul
I'm going to die first
otherwise I'll become an old child
I will break my wings for a rainbow
rising higher and higher
I break with grains of salt
to beat the faceted glass in the windows
around the corner a new morning
meet the devil from delirium tremens
the taste of green is creepy
in a crumpled chewed pack
they won't understand my letters
for yesterday's ... hangover
they won't pour in September ... they won't understand