Текст песни Веня Дркин - Четверо

At first it was cool,
This then was the word, and only in the morning
Little man,
sleeping under a leaf of coca,
Washed away a tear with pine,
in one particular delirium,
And carries through the thin fingers
in the murky flow of time.
The little man,
frozen in a drop of amber,
Rimmed noble kulonchiki
on your slender neck,
Poor sleep at night,
He tossed and tickles his chest,
And this tea in my kitchen
getting warmer ...
A kettle in the kitchen is cold, then hot,
it seems to be just warm.
In man so fast that summer is winter,
it seems that the eternal mud.
And we are so fast that the dead are alive,
that seem forever young.
We are only four from the world,
and between us so that's the connection.
The little man said to me thank you for
I'm far away and just drink tea,
I say thanks to him for what he
just hanging on your slender neck ...
I thank thee that thou
one and just sleep.
And this tea in my kitchen
getting warmer ...

1996.