Текст песни KONFETNIY ZAVOD - олимпиец

I sat at the table and smoked and smoked in the clouds
Minutes, hours and centuries sailed at me
I did not notice how they pass
around the lights were lit.
Around the house grew around
ridiculous people
They spoke on strange languages

I sat at the table and smoked and smoked in the clouds
My life of the sea was both aimless and ultra-light
My thoughts of salt crystals circled in a solution of consciousness
And they dissolved without a trace

Coffee with cream, smoke and some pale faces
as if all this dreams
And I still do not wake up
Still a thousand years see only pictures
as if I am an ancient Greek god
As if I am afraid after the feast and won't wake up

But someday the sun goes over Olympus
I will cut your eyes, stretch your hand to the fur with wine
I'll think about the habit of tank,
Near the heterosexes are sleeping
I will go to the balcony, but suddenly understand
What smoking do not want, because I am God,
and I just inhale the air of the mountains
I am satisfied that at home I woke up.