Текст песни Nikita Venkov - -13C

Sleep put in bed,
Pipes of roads pour lights,
Light flour liking,
Lip to the wires black current.

And we slept on coals,
And warmed people.
Echo in water wrinkles
Worn ships.

River, Like a line of verse
It goes between narrow bridges.
Water cold and quiet
He writes a scenery of cities.

We were hugged alcohol.
And on the roads of spring.
In glass skyscrapers,
The night moved away from sleep.

Golden forest lights
Cosmos types of capitals.
The moon pounded her eyes
Light on the edge of the eyelashes.

And the candle was blown,
And leaked black smoke.
Jazz and Dry Cinema ...
I pretend to be blind.