November — текст песни (Tom Waits)

No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That`s the color of bone


No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We`ll slaughter them all


November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November`s cold chain


Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You`re my firing squad
November


With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare


Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag


Go away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November