Текст песни MaccaKOT - Про книжку

Cold August two thousand and two
Rainy sleek Peter.
Freezing overnight, went down the subway, to
Forgotten station, and I saw
Book, which went without hesitation.
There, in the far corner, I looked at one book,
I immediately put it under the trowel.
With her to the exit I slipped a gray mouse.
Came out. To the station, down. I spat three times.
Dangled branches until the evening, somewhere,
Until the end of the book I did not read.
Flashback from that summer
Left. Forgot - a book about what.

But I remember the book turned out to be so-so
And I left her there in the carriage.
I don’t know what happened next to her.
But art must belong to the people.