Текст песни Максим Бобров - В окно стучится новый день

The new day is knocking the window,
But I do not care, I will sleep,
And suddenly I see in my dream
Your window, your bed.
Fractals are circling in the head,
And a glass of vodka on the table,
And I sit in front of you,
And you sit in front of me.
And I sit in front of you,
And you sit in front of me.

In your hand, my sadness,
In my hand holy grail,
And the star falls from the sky,
And we are with you forever ...
I love green color -
Grass, foliage, your eyes ...
But a bundle of blue cigarettes
Will not be red never.
But a bundle of blue cigarettes
Will not be red never.