Текст песни Elmira Zeynalova - Октябрь

October brings warm slippers, blankets, hot tea to someone
some cinemas, comedy, hobbies, blogs.
they all echo each other: call, come, kiss and do not miss
and huddle closer, huddle souls as they can.

and convince of need, necessity,
in that love
which has never, ever saved anyone.
but they continue to knock on the door, write, call
proving how treacherous they are of each other ...

and October brought me disappointment and empty sorrow
as if he scraped inside
all,
what did you treasure ...
he mocking, scrubbing persistently to transparency,
what am I now, until December
hold out b
would live ...

© Elmira Zeynalova