Слова:
Absurd Colours Of Autumn

clear sky. Silver mist at every morning and lonely ravens scream up high. Beholding the great vast forest. I ean see the colours of autumn. Nightly frost

is that we know to not know I dislike the colours of this absurd dream the fact is that I'm back 'n' I'm dead, too! action reaction in the rain, men, like sad trees in autumn