Текст песни Катя Сикорских - звездопад

August. the moon in the fog is choking
I'm leaving and I have a one way ticket
it's only the trains to the station are returning
but I have no reverse

August. the sky spits on the earth with stars
passengers are asked to enter the wagons
you and I created the wrong station
my train leaves under the wheels gentle moans

August. the sun is nauseous and gently turns
our seagulls were left without dinner today
we broke the walls of the station and parted like
August. summer is quietly leaving. summer has a cold.