Текст песни Дмитрий Волгарин - Медь октября

Copper October
 
 Copper fell in October.
 Little River without birds.
 Nitz would fall, but the "sting"
 Sluggish itchy, "You are a prince."

 Maybe so, but only,
 How not ryadis idol -
 Com on the chest (oh, bitter)
 Do not crush the snow.

 Get to conventional sheet:
 Stentorian noise from the storm,
 The heat mourn as usual,
 Morning breath with dew,

 Listen to tales of the forest,
 There is no place where the demon.
 Light skip without press.
 Wonderful to know the secret.

 In autumn to ripen copper
 And off in flight is.
 Honey, that conceals the fall,
 Firmament will break forever ...

 Copper fell in October.
 Little River without birds.
 Prostrate fall, "pinned"
 Something that is ... borders.
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 October 2000 / Volgarin.ru