Текст песни Малашкин - Кашалот

My wife

Today you are not going to talk to me about the weather,
do not tell me it was always about some matters.
Just next door, sighing sadly, will forget like
in silence is not so tedious as in words.
On the dotted dust every hour the cuckoo clock
drowsily yawning and arrows silently flowing,
quietly looking out of bed for the day cooled down pillow,
respecting its strict geometry comfort.
And then you'll be in the kitchen to stir something
and accidentally kosnёshsya hand hot plate,
and as if waking up, you will see a sperm whale in the window,
that the fading sky laughs with your height.
And if you - overnight - the substitution will happen:
veil dissolves, and only peace of mind ...
you are easy to smile at him, and then of course,
a bird is released, the road pomashesh hand.