Текст песни Exitland - Sparkles Of The Autumn

Disgust calmly
Loops of calendar days
Hide in the bustle of the struggle for vanity;
Where tanning is unworthy
Sparks disappear in vain
And the dust of the face caresses every feature.

Everything is worse every year
Nobody needs you.

The hopes of the bunker are empty
And being locked up
Delhi is a custom of an unsightly majority;
They rotted the bridges back
There is no way before my eyes
And under your feet there is only a decaying foliage.

Wasn’t summer a dream?
So far from the world.