Текст песни димапроснись - Палитра слов

Well your love warms me:
The second month from her I tremble.
And one day, October morning,
I'll tell you about the clouds.

I will tell about gentle hands,
I'll tell about gentlecast
You know you: on earth all bitches
And our life is complete deception.

I will tell you about all the birds,
perch in the palette of the word
kiss you in the clavicle
You're like a night owl.

One day, everything is inevitably inevitably,
Inevitably turns into dust.
So I want, so I want to get lost,
In your deep, cute eyes.