Текст песни Captain Black - Прокуренный вечер с каемкою сплина

Smoke-filled evening with fringe spleen,
In the pockets of coins jingle musically.
And in his mind a mess, last year's summer
And a silly phrase about the grade of heroin.

Bystanders - warmth and smile -
A bit confused, with a bit of sadness.
I am, perhaps, not completely let go ...
And with the fingers sticky from the juice of fruit,

Pluck the golden drops of rain -
I bathed in the cool palm fountain.
My city is filled with color advertisement
And the rustle of old unharvested leaves.

Photo Collection - memory - the albums -
Silent film with no special meaning.
In notebook - quotes, notes and numbers.
And I go quietly out of the coma.

Shifts resentment fatigue in odd -
All the past was ridiculous and absurd.
Orange sun blinding the sky
He kisses his cold pale shoulders ...

P.S. Heat all of you, that is ...