The Cacao - Мятные от кашля
текст песни

In a pocket of a mint shirt
mint from coughing, transparent
There, pieces of small paper
The letters are crying in the rain
I understand there is no sense in pockets
Conclusion: a torn flap on the floor
I wash the fuck as a fact to sleep
And tomorrow we will solve all the trabels
Day sleep will console the patient, and then
In the evening the rington will knock on the nerves
I slept, spying unnoticed
How new people take my place
rivers, bodies, ... in sick costumes
the charm of all stuffy brotheons and streets
lips are cold, fool, people until tomorrow
Hands, pockets and swallow mint from cough

flying over a half -meter
I flew over everything in a light sweater
There was a floor in it in between the plates
I fell face down to see everything better
Wake up, face under the crane, dress
The nervous brunette will not return, but how, cool
The weight of one orange on rails
put one train on its hind legs
I'm calm, only you are nervous here
She holds on, I fidget in a chair
Do you want a mint candy?
I get it out of my pocket and put it in my hand
Cigarettes, somewhere, you can