Текст песни 16 литров молока - Поэт

Dark candle burns, bleeding,
In the room, standing on a dirty table.
Moonlight, opening a window,
Stains on the walls and ceiling.

Midnight. On the street cold, bad weather;
Something knocks coldly rain or snow.
your body you fire warms
That very candles extinguished already.

Got up. The body is torn from corner to corner
In search of lines. Poems on the sheet.
In search of a rhyme of the poem and again
Sel. Something you write, muttering.

In thine house on the floor to the top of the legs
Bundles scribbled crumpled sheets;
Another unfinished torn
Falling out of your left hand.

Left. And on the right you hold the pen:
The drop from the top down smoothly flows;
Liquid dripping on the floor across the table -
Leaf quickly absorbs ink

A candle went out. Light. Sun light.
your body is the eye closes;
On the table at the edge of the poem. Already
Thoughts for a new fly in dreams.