Текст песни Веня Дыркин - Четверо

At first it was cool, then it was the word
and only in the morning
Little man sleeping under coca leaf,
It washed away the tears from pine, in one particular delirium
And carries through the thin fingers in the murky flow of time.

The little man, frozen in a drop of amber,
Rimmed noble kulonchiki on your thin neck,
Poor sleep at night, tossing and turning and tickles his chest,
And this tea in my kitchen is getting warmer ...

A kettle in the kitchen is cold, then hot, that
It seems just warm.
In man so fast that summer, the winter that
it seems as if the eternal mud.
And we are so fast it alive, then dead,
that seem forever young.
We were only four from this world, and between
Such is our bond.

The man said to me thank you for the fact that I'm far away and just drink tea,
I say thank you to him for what he's just hanging on your neck ... thin
I am grateful to you that you are alone and just sleep.
And this tea in my kitchen is getting warmer ...