Текст песни А.Рай - Поезда без опозданий

coffee - our friend,
It melts on your lips cinnamon.
my old mouthpiece
we still come in handy,
He's coat,
side pocket with a hole.
it lying around for a long time dream.

Shower bottomless piggy bank -
today it's me and you.
in front of the fountain-key.

me with distrust your mother,
bartenders and fall in their hands.
but I love the stations.

like you said.

greysya in my arms,
drink sip by sip
Old Kakheti.

we are still children,
but adults with tenderness,
put on knees legs
Languages ​​are fighting sweet slowly.
your mole seems to have drawn the gods,
when I was waiting for you from Moscow, or maybe Peter,
even earlier than was born.

trains on time
bring me the answer
the question,
one
what am I
never
I do not ask her.