Текст песни Сны Африканца - В кармане снег

In pocket snow and fingers
Two lights, cheap wine.
I don't care, in truth,
In which corner it will find me.

On the street dark and ice,
Four doors, one of them is mine
But no one is waiting for me
Only neighbors or friends.

The moon sails in the fog,
one hundred matches, twenty cigarettes,
Four twenty money -
But I do not have them.

Walk at night
Some disorders,
But there are properties in the snow -
He is wonderful crusts