Текст песни Good Hash Production - Ноябрь-листогной

The dim sky, the sun shines not fog patches of warming from the top
The house did not penetrate it
It is an illusion, a hologram, a condition damp chill November
Fear of something missing
Bravado by spirits, it will disperse melancholy
He would do that
Cut problem relaxed your every nerve
But do you think this decision sober
Reserve devastated if inside trampled
Familiar smoke flowing stream of breaking the cork
The error is not great but it is confusing
Your ceiling burst pieces will go to the floor Wallpaper
Grey season marked by dark cloud in the plural
Slush settles on suede shoes corrected by the spring
When the ice will turn into water shackles
I will bring a lot of letters on a piece of them gathered mirage
Swipe discouraged razmazhu corrupt
Now, not tomorrow, the path cleared
The door at the end of the corridor ajar

Red Ribbon gather her
Your past is over there will tell you Ganesh
Autumn will bring you a new bald spots
But be gentle as the old song Malezhik
Autumn inevitably colors the soul in beige
Try not to indulge in a rage
When the subject
When the two decision no longer
When the blocked traffic on the same routes
Who are you to ask yourself in the morning then I will answer
It was as if the skull from the inside is covered with brass
And only the aftertaste of pipes
It creates a space around
On the slow scrolling
You can get used to a warm jacket and poison in fruits
But no matter what otebatsya tears to shreds
No one will say out loud, no one will give instructions
In connection with the mind long beeps.

The subscriber is unavailable or tupit blunted or I listened to her
Cut path deviations and shaken even those who have been
At the core, the wheel spaces of long-staying on the verge of sleep
All looking for explanations, holding a course on the southern pole icy
And when the last exhausted boksets no one really was not prepared
By November, the leaves underfoot rotting corpses in ??, the sun does not warm
Being drawn tratuary leads to the stars on the palate gorchaschy precipitate
In the pocket of the rest of the red film, not the last hundred drops broken-winded
What prescribed ophthalmologist ?? choice ones lad ?? wipe the dust off the shelves
Or blow the dust shelf stand barefoot in the snow or on the embers
Venality has risen in price more than once, among the ruins due to the loss
Mind, ?? divided Anatoly true ??, ?? corn tear ?? eyes
And even the illusion did not occur, because these bugs are mirrored
As November.