Текст песни Острый угол - Демисезонный Запой

Leaves sway in the cold wind,
Thoughts go into the crust;
Events in memory left gaping hole.

I trifle rings the lining.
That's all that's left, not from life sweet -
I thought, moving along the road gait unsteady.

Chorus:
What was yesterday,
Who will tell me in the morning.

Chilly autumn rain falls,
Everything that you remember - a pure lie;
The price that you remember - a penny.

Winter evening - white fluff
From a warm meeting - foul spirit;
In the eyes of fire ideas that once was already extinguished ...

Spring day - a glass pour,
Weather Turns - I'm not rushing;
In me is another beginning, I - no tomcat.

Beer season - in the summer heat,
But not only beer I deal with the heat;
Go to precipitate those who dare to compete with me.

Chorus.

Tear binges hangover all year round;
Who survived today - tomorrow will die.