Текст песни Даин Морийский - Осень

Autumn is knocking on closed doors
And it's getting colder to breathe
Hands are frozen and memory is under my fingers
Crumbles with fine sand
Between credit card and passport
Somewhere inside the soul is lost
People split into those you remember
And those with whom I just knew

We have matured and everyone is trying
Make time for sleep
Between work, study, obituary,
Dacha, dog, family
I'm not offended, I'll get used to it too
Just tell me - what the fuck
It was a thousand lives to count
But not live alone?

The morning will be colored with leafy gold ...
Was there no reason to drink?
Here are a few for you: laziness, hopelessness,
Cold paws of longing
We will lay down our heads yet
For an established way of life
If we forget those who fly in the wind
The days that were close

Our deeds, our dreams, revelations
Thrown into the trash can
Kind people who, as usual,
Nothing more to lose
I'm not offended, I'll get used to it too
But why is everything like this?
Time is ruthless, time is running out
Time doesn't go back

Dain 27.08 .-- 12.09.2007