Текст песни Дарья Мазина - Если кофе умрёт на этом столе...

If the coffee is going to die on that table , I will forgive ,
With each new breath of leaning on the whiskey.
People at the next table measures the bill,
Well, I bezoplatnoy passers hover .
In pockets take a walk on the evening capital,
The deadline word crawled to the bar on the chair .
I enrage their gloomy happy faces ,
They are meaningless , stupid conversational hum.
Abandoned shoes in the empty apartment ,
Outside, pale edge is seen the morning .
Coffee came to life again in this office world ,
Where hide degrees during yesterday's jacket .

29 / 02 / 16g .
# Daria Mazin