Текст песни Ульяна Ангелевская - Октябрь

October sticks together like honey of confessions
you will heal with a crimson word, breathe
the warmth of parting, carriage, evening
from yesterday's torment you will save me from above

and the siren will sound over the plush paradise
blasting glass tender ears
we recognize each other with our lips
but our sleep is already hopelessly broken

curse, babble, and again - curse
some autumn bastard writes them
on wet window, on a torn dress
and after the frost steps on the roof

send me further, even with foul language, even with mail
and if you can't - undress me, you hear
I will be sharpened for it like a knife
I will be like a buddha, exalted with you ...