Текст песни А.Бобков - Наутро

At the end of the night , extinguished lights ,
city ​​awakens from sleep ...
Just do not tell me -
- View your all without a word said ...

Morning tram rattles glass,
tinkles dishes on the table ...
Clock ticks - the time is up ,
as an empty bottle " Beaujolais " ...

Melting magic shadows on the wall ,
tale turns into profit ...
On baguette windows spit the moon,
trace of her has long been just ...

Subside heels hurried knock
the stairs , the door slams loudly ...
at least someone ask - do not return minutes
time is a series of losses ...

( 3.4 in July 2013 )