Текст песни Ілля Ярема - Ноябрь

I do not cry when around screaming
When the lump in the throat breaks sadness
When gray gouache and oil on canvas
Apply blows through our bridge

And you want to up and want to inhalation
And you want to shut down the flow of thoughts
A wall of noise under the playful moon
They at the same time with you

And wake up where the sun
There will be an island
Nights
From the gloomy light shadows
How to win
Going by what the trail
whose
Road to look for an answer

Rushing away, moving away a step
Boomerang ago and now he is my enemy
It is worth waiting for, and hiding inside
Sacrificed to their altars

And the battle began, in heavy rain, storm
He stabs sting like a wasp
Creeps cold surf
And the walls again outwork

And wake up where the sun
There will be an island
Nights
From the gloomy light shadows
How to win
Going by what the trail
whose
Road to look for an answer