Текст песни Кикнадзе Элиза - Ноябрьский Минор

We have long since grown up to find rhymes to verbs,
And it is time to stop relying on bloody, pentameter.
The band, the one that lives, never ran to the replay,
It is often the way that is easier, tore the hell out.

We wallow down scree Crimson flying away,
Caught for the strength of their hopes drowned.
His November saving idleness bottomless fall,
It will leave two items - "sinking" and "saved." Somewhere between.

Between "go out the window" and "live to November in the same room,
He is interfering in a mug with tea, ginger and poison. "
From him no escape. He's in the apartment. You just remember:
Pereplyunuv November - and is not afraid to be hell.

© Elizabeth K.
November 2014