Текст песни Оркестр Тоталитарного Джаза - На подоконнике

I love to sit on the windowsill ,
When the bottom of the windshield wipers sweep the track .
More little and wake up the street,
And I love in the sun squinting .

Cool air rushes into the room ,
And the smoke of the pipes safely lifted .
What a wonderful feeling
And the bustle and bustle of absence.

Already the city woke up quietly ,
But it may naskolechko unnoticed .
It is easy as running a vision ...
(what do you give me : rise or fall ?