Текст песни Марат Хаердинов - Кофеёк

Marat Khaerdinov

Kitchenette

Coffee by the glass, bull in the corner of the mouth,
Fingers to strings, soul wide open.
We sit in the kitchen and sing just like that
Not for vodka and not for a coven.
The midnight tram will rumble in the distance
And the auto siren will cut.
And you sing, dear, pour some coffee.
May we not sleep tonight.
The night space penetrates through the window.
The kitchen is somewhere in the sky.
It's no secret, our life is a courtyard,
What's left? Children, yes songs.
Tinsel of being with the hectic day
Under cover of darkness slips away.
I sing for you, you sing for me
Someone third flies between us.
There will be morning and day, a lot of troubles
Having reworked, we will decide, we will sum up.
But for some reason the soul is anxiously waiting
The time is when he can break free.
The temple of the old kitchenette, coffee, gray smoke.
Revelations, reflections, confessions
We sing for each other ... We sit all night long
Realizing: we are part of the Universe!
Whatever roads fate leads,
Anything can happen in life
There will always be that piece of warmth in the heart
What is stored in the old kitchenette!