Текст песни Электрозомби - На пороге января

I can see - in the dark sky like cheese hanging moon,
Laughter angels shadows at the window,
White stones turn into face
On the eve of January, I sat on the porch ,
The last day of the century , fourth floor ,
Snow flakes , bottle, drunk ,
Outside the window, ran smoky cat ,
This means that no one will die ,
January morning , I 'll go down to the basement ,
There's someone promptly inserted in a black silver ,
Tectonics life comes before bedtime ,
In the kitchen, placed a bowl of wine ,
On the eve of January ...