Текст песни Чёрный Георгин - Кухня в полусумраке

Every day there are bad thoughts in my head
And every day they germinate more deeply
I live alone, the apartment is always noisy
Just breeze, and maybe observed

And no desires, in the head of Buran
Take a gun to shoot raven on the field
Outside the window sunset, the sun dies
Scarlet colors like blood on syntheps

Month of gray grandfather eternal night
How sisterot hanged himself from grief
And I sit alone, but I feel presence
They call me call everyone and jump into the sea