Текст песни deadall - Осень под номером двадцать

Ravens guzzle downed dove at the crossroads
Yard horror shaved heads overgrown
I'm barefoot , cold , balconies, lime ,
Hoodies and breathe clouds over new stars

Society - a stereotype , I'm alone on the fact
Indeed, in one of his head like a moth in a spacesuit
In the area with a dull mine in the dim arches
To wander with a bottle of beer in the park swept

By sinister station wagons where sufferers
Human world seemed huge cemetery
After all, every inhabitant of a modest steamy thicket ,
In the desired coordinate the meet that over the left shoulder

I am a wanderer , in this whirlpool closed
Carotid opens his mouth in Heath
sky dawns and breaks into a musty room
and the sun hung up sleeping on plastic chandeliers

Like issyakshy limit my book metaphors
Today the wind leaves cast in outlandish dance
The farther into the labyrinth of the Minotaur closer
Well hello ! Autumn is my number twenty

Through the old center to the subway to the square May Day
What became colorless and gray corridor in January
Sleep in dens where concrete thin walls
Become a demon slave kennel Lucifer

Khrushchev cracked gravestones in the cemetery truths
Do not go out of the temple room , tell me that he was sick
There's no virgins baptism fairy gates
Window frame - black square

Give yourself to criticism, we throw out , pull up the Flood
For you we are freaks in this world likes of lime
Today, people like tomorrow mean and stinging
Carry on a gilded platter the head of the Baptist

Wet asphalt again shines a metal mercury
The black box of your bedroom - similarity mirrors
Have fun bushes crossed their prey bars
And the door driveway whistles askance visor

Once again, we 're going to wander in a snowstorm
Poor poplar dancing in the wind like a gypsy bear
And the cold does not allow us to smolder ,
Accompanying our corpses in colorful April