Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Пустые стаканы

The city is like a crypt,
Kennel for the tired of troubles,
And time, as a band-aid, will heal
Souls of my lacerations
And we remain
Empty glasses.

It's easier to go to bed,
In order not to know at night
And this is for this past
It may seem strange
And we remain
Empty glasses.

Soon it will snow,
He will invite us to your lodging for the night
And let us forget about the war, about the wine
And about the wind in your pockets
And we remain
Empty glasses.

Leave the gray port, the black brig,
Our cry will not reach the goal,
In our thoughts - a nightmare, in our songs - a fog,
In our lives - vulgar ladies
And, as a result, we still have
Empty glasses.