Текст песни Игорь Ильин - Цветы ночные утром спят

Excerpt "Bacchanalia"

Flowers at night sleep in the morning,
Do not break through their watering,
Though roll on them a tub.
They have two or three scraps in their ears
Thirty times in a row
He sang a telephone.
So the flowers of garden beds sleep
Captive of his nightly fantasies.
They don’t remember the ugliness
What was happening an hour ago.
The composition of the earth does not know the dirt.
Everything cleans the aroma
Who pours without any connection
A dozen roses in a glass vase.
It was a night celebration.
Jokes and tricks forgotten.
The kitchen has washed the dishes.
Nobody remembers anything.