Текст песни: October Mornings + перевод

October mornings

no one is claiming to be insane

and tho it’s tilting

no one’s explaining

the labyrinth of colors

unwinding in amazement

and from the afternoons of still life

to the evening’s portrait

frames do not intend to be the end

and the paint is only rain

matador magicians

with the pendulums of their hands

are throwing questions

into vacant corridors of waiting

then stand back to laugh at

circles of confusion

lines of answers and the shapes

from sudden pressure of their face

against the glass

are the signs upon their capes

a metamorphosis

of rainbow spice into ice

the cardboard stop signs

announce the coming of the cellophane moon

crashing thru its phases

the open night is hanging mind-cloud posters

from the edge of the universe

the stars are moaning for a double

then explode from loneliness

guitars and flute trills

in cloaks of string quartets

untangle the morning

electric dancers are dangling the sky

with fireworks and candles

and from the afternoons of still life

to the evening’s portrait

frames do not intend to be the end

and the paint is only rain

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