Текст песни Тимур Спб - В Лондоне дождь

Morning in London is not enough for Coelho
on a windowsill waiting for a thunderstorm
with a cigarette inhale the dawn
instead of an alarm clock, a big bang wakes up
caramel mocha, with a memory
a priori in a quarrel, everything is in the past
I’ll probably wear wai farrera
shag hair
red converse
the streets quilting the poison of dreams
tortured daily, London shines
over the old trolley bushes
count the logarithms of eternity
three hundred houses, share the sadness of centuries
aristocrats understand each other without words
with rainy smile november
umbrellas, coats, smoke slowly in coffee houses
anorexic ladies stand out in body and words
smell of unfulfilled dreams
25 hours, wounding with thoughts of the heart
with dry lips you fall asleep alone
A drunk city would cry for our kiss
here the sky has an edge, in the air smoke and fog
inevitability, people, deception.

Gouache dying rain
the excitement of an inky night
under thousands of breaths of lonely minutes
my torn handwriting falls asleep.

it’s not difficult to understand me ..
don't like wake up in the morning
see gray faces but wait french
fragrant latte
 I go to my favorite cafe
in caramel-warm October
touching the roof sad sky
friendship, languishing time
I'll write a story on fallen leaves
in good rain, touch them
in that heart-glued window
autumn with cigarette smoke
cola with vanilla, remember
that will not understand more than one interpretation
hot dreams, the reality of being tenderness
across the avenue, not far away
she will pass in an open coat
forgetting the temperature in the puddles
with the smell of the sun in the palms
Surroundings, wraps around, the cold of the sea
Poisonous spray of unbridled feelings
3000 sighs of lonely minutes
bare feet for broken dreams