Текст песни Жека - Рюмка водки на столе

The night went down the streets
The starry tread of the queens
Words and numbers are simplicity,
At the sky bridge
Scattered feathers of birds.
Not forgotten by anyone
Feast of lips, resentment of the eyes,
Take me prisoner
This knee line
Last kiss.

Only a glass of vodka on the table
The wind is crying quietly outside the window
Pain respond in me
This young moon faces.

It's not easy to give you away
Sails of the winds and birds
May not even understand
May not even recognize
Among thousands of female faces.
May my eyes be silent
Silently look at the moon
If anyone catches a glance
Hurry back
I don’t know why.

Only a glass of vodka on the table
The wind is crying outside the wild
Pain respond in me
This young moon screams.

Death is sold
Cast into the corner of the shadow of days
Wall cracks
These are the blows of the night
Darkness creeps out of all the cracks
And the black water is laughing
Time to meet at the porches
Those who are not erased in memory
Look into the eyes empty
And see again, again
Just a glass on the table
Just a glass on the table
I want to raise