Текст песни Season's First Rain - Октябрь

the gods are dead on their pedestals
like birds dying on the fly fell to the ground
our history is just a bad dream
of falls and of all deaths
inside warmed
do not come to your letters
from the dead
All the same abyss
all the same barricade
under a different name
the same meaning

our eyes swollen from tears
and tearing the throat lies
the only thing
that remains between us

still lying at the foot of his deception
my insomnia - is a fraud
my life - is a fraud
my love - is a fraud
Once again
like a bullet to the heart

our eyes swollen from tears
and tearing the throat lies
the only thing
that remains between us
but my hope

autumn coolness in October spill life
and help to understand ourselves
belief in yourself and the same as we