Текст песни Иван Контарев - Кофе в постель

I saw a picture of how people in white
Smeared with tar, stain with chalk
The memory of those who did not live until the winter.
I see his eyes, I feel the body,
First, fearlessly, then timidly
Touching bass strings.

From birth to death the poet stars
Four winter, one hot summer
They flew like bullets find their target.
We assume the gold coins,
Redraw the map of the New World,
Bring your favorite coffee in bed.

I've seen out in the closed doors
Vladimir Semyonitch, Alexander Sergeyevich -
They went out without saying goodbye and without paying.
And it may be right to some extent
Those who do not believe that the time will warm,
What time will put everything in the infinitive.

From the beginning of time until the end of timelessness
Four albums fake singing,
Rockfall of poems and thoughts of a snowstorm.
We will resist,
Encourage the executioners and to see the signs,
Bring your favorite coffee in bed.

We go by sea from side to side,
Not seen in the life of any storm, any port -
So Sgin in the water and sit down on a bank.
We get out of here in early March,
It's time to edit your green card,
Bring your favorite coffee in bed.