Текст песни the cacao - Мятный от кашля

In the pocket a crumpled shirt
mint cough, transparent
ibid, small pieces of paper
the letters have fallen under the rain cry
I realized there is no point in his pockets
Conclusion: The isolation of the flap on the floor
Wash Najera, a fact to sleep
and tomorrow will solve all troubles
naps comfort of the patient, and then
in the evening knock on the nerves ringtone
I slept quietly peeping
as new people take my place
River body ... in patients with costumes
charm all stuffy dens and streets
lips are cold, stupid, people tomorrow
hands, pockets and swallow mint cough

flying over the floor two feet
I flew over all in a light sweater
there was a floor in it between the plates Shelly
I fell face down, that would be better to see everything
wake up, face under the tap, get dressed
Nervous brunette will not return and as, chill
one orange weight on rails
put a train on its hind legs
I was calm, only then you nervous
she holds, I ёrzayu on a chair
want mints?
I pull out of his pocket and put it in the hand
cigarettes somewhere can