Текст песни Ekaterina Bondar - 46 ноября

I timidly paced time
in an attempt at personal growth,
I arranged in a sentence
dashes and commas. Dot.
Dot...
not walked, lost, disappeared.
Stretched, rubbed ellipsis
meaningless, hateful
line
and continued
freezing.

November 46th. December was angry
but somehow languidly, blankly:
as if resigned to fate,
surrendered to autumn dispassionately.

November went without inspiration:
exhausted, lost, tired,
hoarding past regrets
and in the morning's tension waking up.

Everything woke up, flew by
whistled past.
Not mistaken, but dreaming -
So it went around mines before
of life. Forty sixth
stopped, confused
crumbled in the silence of November
whose refrain is fatigue,
gouging track.

And from the sky -
drops instead of snow -
spoiled beads of december.
He would do something
i would do
rather than sit in the November cart.

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