Текст песни Ночь для Фимиама - Сито и песок

Having obtained all this,
not too boring to you,
not too empty to you
from the absence of the stimulus.
And sieve sand
gentle smile on the lip,
freshly squeezed lemon juice,
how loved you until vanished.

Empty walls,
a pile of photos on the dirty floor,
the door to the balcony
slightly ajar.
She lived on the ninth floor,
ring lay in the dark corner,
it is not difficult to guess that
conceived my Dolce Vita.

It seems to me,
or love
is a standard chemical process,
disintegration of your life
on before and after.
In McDonald's armor
I read «Associated Press»,
learned that a dollar
or near it.