Текст песни Алексей Никонов - Это больно, как время года

It hurts like the season
Staying like a careless time
Like albums out of fashion
Like the usual ellipsis ...
This is apparently someone's laugh
Breaks off at us with fists
And the moon is the same for everyone
Hiding behind the clouds again
Lanterns of the merciless stars
Tear the cotton wool apart
Turning space into hypnosis
A dumbfounded sunset.
The forest clings to bloody granite
And black soil beef,
And in front of him hangs
Constellation made of cardboard.