Текст песни Вечный поиск - Кофейный блюз

Words - Klementyeva T .;
Music - Kursikov A., Shornikov D ..

Verse I:

With the smell of coffee intertwined the night haze,
Shreds of diploma pile on the plane of the table,
At the bottom of the glass are waves of cold fire.
The ghost of bed beckons me.

Verse II:

The main assistant will open the eyelids with a jack.
Keyboard, mouse, screen and sandwich ...
The brain begins to boil, again blacken the boiling water.
The pillow beckons. Coffee sip ...

Solo.

Verse III:

Letters are hiding, the lines are wave and the look is empty,
Everything dissolved, sleep gives way to coffee.
I wrote for the night no less than Tolstoy.
Re-read, but a little lively.

Verse IV:

With a thesis, hugging, forward along the roundabout,
By dinner, the conductor decided to check what was wrong with me.
When I woke up, for a long time I twisted my head stunned
Forward is already late, back home.