Текст песни BRUTTO - Папироска

the sky is the color of warm wax
heavy moisture pulls little by little
give the anarchist a cigarette
setting off

here are the train schedules enticing
here are alcoholic friendly muzzles
how to overwinter him steeply apparently
without love and without residence

maybe he will get used to it little by little
do not limp and do not cut your feet
a couple of puffs - and completely disappear
in the bowels of the right bank

and flowers will sprout eloquence
by mail and in print - good people!
for such are the last witnesses
unfinished revolutions

the sky will swell like a crack
you will roll as if in a hollow of something
and on every platform of his homeland
fight off emptiness