Текст песни Пятна Роршаха - Вакуум

Vacuum

Autumn is my dying tomorrow.
From the tram windows jumps into the mud.
Autumn is my dying tomorrow.
In my neck with kisses relish.
I'm sitting on the roof, through the rain smile.
I am turned on by her silence.
And let not sure, but yet I will try
Her srisovat of a forgotten dream.
Lew silver in the gray sky,
And drink, like vodka, all the sadness of November.
I do not need the sun, I find it easier without light
In the vacuum of autumn to live for themselves.
And I want to sing, his voice tearing,
On the days wind and amorphous longing.
But again, I'm going in the belly of the tram,
And their thoughts tearing chunks.
After all, dead easy smile.
In the fall of rain on the tombstone.
Her beg to stay with me,
And hugging, toss in bed.
I used at sunset to take her hand,
Warm your weak cold heat.
And spit on chills and colds,
Kissing her lethargy.