Текст песни Моложе Моих Новых Перчаток - На ночь

I left the window at night,
And it flew into something in him.
I left the window at night,
Something with overtones of bergamot.

I fell in love with him completely,
Multifaceted and accurately.
I hissed love the metronome,
Twisting with each clock cycle.

I fell in love with the night something
It is a village to me in the forearm,
It is a village to me in the forearm,
It ate at me, "so it is."

And leave now,
Smelling and speaking.
I breathed in his many
And he wrote it necessary.

I fell in love nochoe something
It is a village to me in the forearm,
It ate at me forever,
Transversality, transversality,
Constancy.

And leave now,
Smelling and saying,
I breathed in his many
And he wrote it .. writing.

At night.
Window.
Something.
Expected as vomiting.