Текст песни Чудак с жёлтых равнин - 1.40 ночи.

1.40 nights on the table a mess,
Working day is over . and the night does not end ,
In the light of the lamp monotonous rasp handle with pencils ,
Like it or not . but you need a bot that would not live in the newspapers between floors,
1.43 for tea unprincipled thought ,
What daubed pencil , you want - erase , and life is erased in drinking establishments .
And cockroaches are not stupid for those who are and who are on the bar ,
We think that we are in the museums exhibits , but to cockroaches as well throw us , all in the trash.
1.54 tea after said caustic .
Bed. I fall asleep on the figure of 2 stopped arrows .

2.38 again to himself argue,
In my thoughts floating , even with fins do not find support.
Wake up tomorrow and again as had happened fingers groped surface
Forget that soared about what will happen next, get together on that life - is unknown.
And I do not know who I am and who I will meet morning smoke pot ?
I know one thing , it's time to 2.49 to go to sleep , forget about deadlocks with doors sealed until tomorrow .