Текст песни Роман Филиппов - Сентябрь

Brilliant September
Warlike wizard
On many roads
He created mine alone
Snatched from my hands
Well-worn tutorial
My fate
And he cut everything in a new way.

And the days were filled with
Flying foliage
Whirling and taking away
Caked mud
Of all the years gone through
All damned loves
Brilliant September
I washed it off my soul, laughing.

Break my window
A frenzied bird
Let to death, come
One more line
In which all life
Could fit
At least this day
The only one alive.

Come in, sit down at the table
Take what is sweet to your heart.
Why feel sorry for her -
My bad life?
In which - not a poet,
And music without power
At least somehow sound
In the polyphony of lies.

I only pity the guitar
No nervous, greedy fingers
Which, shivering from the cold, sings.
And asks sometimes
Come back at night
In the abandoned September,
She calls me.