Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Гранатовый Сок.

Chairs dug into tables,
Around silence, nobody,
Only the light from the windows of the room is filled,
I am free, that's all.

And tomorrow is free,
And the next day, too,
Even if a useful life,
But I have used a lie.

Like somewhere the smell of summer,
Somewhere inside of me I was,
Somewhere inside the coin pocket,
In a lot of years behind.

And the smell of flowers,
And somewhere rustled the trees,
Even if the fall had already tormented sad dreams,
I do not care about the oppressed autumn beliefs.

And such pure happiness,
Which of the hostile color,
Which sadness decorate,
And vilos in hand silhouette.

Chairs dug into tables,
It seemed that life shoot in the head,
Aloe pleasure, and out of the forest came the smell of tar,
I am free, and on the table standing next to pomegranate juice.