Текст песни Priclude - Осень

people are hiding behind closed windows
but to smithereens of broken glass
will not save you from boiling words
even a tightly closed thick door with a bolt
and during pleasant dreams
will be dark crows circling again
on your and my head
uttering a wild, soul-piercing howl

clouds will fall on the back of the head
and the severity of this will not get out the case
obscures the grayness of the eyes
everyone fights against and no one dares for
depressive thoughts creep into my head
the arms of the once strong hung limply
hung at will
depressive washed

autumn take me
I will stay with you, keeping the summer in memory