Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Семь Окон.

Voiced rain outside,
Which I imagine
And all because of the cold slouch,
I was protecting myself from this.
Hands on the glass,
Breathing droplets
It seemed impossible to me,
Walking beside the herons.
With the birds, which are not,
Which is only on the glass,
And the smell of cigarettes,
And the smoke that cuddle.
I counted exactly,
Good good numbers
And because solid glass?
Do not miss the outside one.
In one glass laughter shone
In another sea of ​​blue,
In yet another man who changed everything,
And one more in a light frost.
And in the fifth sun is hot,
In the sixth autumn, which changes the spring,
In the seventh, my bright smile,
Here, in glasses, my life is not crowded.
Rain stopped in the street,
And somewhere in a warm cocoon opened,
And somewhere peony opened,
And it all fits in the seven windows.