Текст песни Дейта Мейра - Ночь

Night

Already the evening is dead, like a fly in a spider's web,
Night is creeping into my house on all fours.
Another almost empty pack
Another notebook is burning in the fireplace.

It's so damn cold in this apartment
Steam from the mouth, in the hands of a glass of chifir.
Zemfira was heard again,
Reread by Charles Bukowski.

A little more and you became crystal,
A little more and flew into the sky.
Another "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
One more...

(01.02.2008)