Текст песни коньяк с вишневым соком - воспоминаниями.

not at ease in his box -
infinitely short days.
murmur on the reverse, empty city - a favorite place.

four in the morning

light smoke. there is not.

Four: Ten

without nerves.
the fruits are lost in the trees.
for cafeteria forgotten lottery.
not those are not associated with those
Memories weeks.

four, twenty

Do not make me empty,
this is my half-dream on the floor of a riot.

four thirty

Low traffic light pulse.
tasteless morning taste.

four forty

at zero counter thoughts
yesterday a list of ideas is not updated.
eyelids are closed for a moment,
not only motility and falls down.

four fifty

night's sleep.