Текст песни KYPCHINO - Бессонница

Cold air with the scent of cigarettes,
Runny thaw wonderful moment
We have to bring down the sky ultraviolet
And draw on the asphalt our shadows,

Through the dusty windows of apartments launched
Filled with joy unfeeling person
Directs every familiar landmark ...
What a pity that this is all I only dream of.

When he came to St. Petersburg in the winter cold -
Awakened by the cold of the cooling bed
Or scandals neighbors behind the wall.
Oh, how I am fed up with these creatures!

In the kitchen, the water I boiled a pot,
Diluted in the teapot tea leaves yesterday,
Pour a glass, a couple of pills swallow.
Such kayfovo dreamed a dream, and all down the drain.