Текст песни CureLis - Октябрь в председательском кресле

Rent on hand stories of the day
Ride on their language as a sip of wine.
In a circle of twelve infinitely eternal fire
Under bright light merry mammary

 In a circle of fire, at sunset
 Twelve months calendar
 Will people in the hour
 What would you tell each other a story without beginning or end

They rolled up the tale of fallen leaves
Of the old-new snow and birds singing
Namochat rain water brush
In itself pouring cider from hundreds of individuals

 In a circle of fire, at sunset
 Twelve months calendar
 Will people in the hour
 What would you tell each other a story without beginning or end

See October in the Chair
Neither old nor young, nor oars and not drunk.
Now he listens gloomy April,
And after September naschnet fun-troublemaker
The history of the tale, fable by song
And so the circle one another
What would be going now a month
Suddenly decided that he was alone.

 In a circle of fire, at sunset
 Twelve months calendar
 Will people in the hour
 What would you tell each other a story without beginning or end