This night the sky will not light up
We got September, gotta wait for dawn til dawn
he drinks but it's not gonna cheer him up
he don't wanna be cheered, he wants more wine
just to put off again and again the words 'IT'S TIME!'
September's a fest that is always with you
September is sweet, sweet like a cigarette smoke
everyone comes about their own way, and i know the way you do:
stranger's breath on somebody's shoulders, when it was all yours
be alone if you wanna stay young..
everybody get down, we'll gonna celebrate night
september's sweet, celebrate night with no end
white table, black tea, dark red wine--
i knew the one who knew her well, but i don't remember face
..celebrate night with no end
September
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2015
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