Текст песни Владимир Селицкий - Ноябрьская элегия

Unlocked, November, sad shepherd,
Tear thinned generous wool,
Warm and light glue flippers,
And the sun in the clouds thorns mouth.

And Liver dreams rain on the needles
I will smear in the morning in the hour of dawn,
The winds wretched the rig
By zhenya wet curses.

And in the refill of the CLICK of the birds of decent
Hehynes will lead his hopeless.
And trails in animal saucms
Jumps into a fist with a tight knot.

Cooking sadness-long collar
And sickly squeezing leash
Will not give sigh. Bear Helf.
Bursts like Yeti-Mokhnonog.

Not last and on the moment the path
Studging aunt with pine trees.
Before the cloakpad, they do not touch
In the grounds of sires, forest crops.

And in his will leave the term, Volcin and
Different foxes of black traces,
When in the seeds of adolescent
December it will death.