Текст песни Вотинцева Вера - Блюз Утренний кофе

My morning coffee today looks like
for a decoction of medicinal herbs,
but Lord God, such a hot
hot - at least like that ...
God bless the Coca-Cola Pavilion!
my friend the guitarist, of course, is right -
you have to think about the eternal
while this life is at hand.

Yesterday - Awaiting yellow blinked,
The moon flickered in the sky.
My guardian angel was plagued by grief
but didn’t dare touch yellow.
I won’t tell him, he don’t need to know
what happened while he couldn't hold back
one must think of the eternal, while silence.

I'll check the pockets - this is the key to housing,
here are the gloves, and here is the travel card.
I think I can even remember
why the hell to me all this in my pockets ...
And here is my blue trolley bus, washed in the morning.
He hovers over the asphalt. And there is such a game -
one must think of the eternal now. And yesterday.

My friend is a guitar player, he will understand what's what,
he knows how to keep quiet about it.
He even knows how to read and write,
but nobody knows about it.
He doesn’t eat oranges, but what a trouble -
I eat them for two,
because they are always completely lacking,
while we dream of the eternal.

My blue trolley will breathe while leaving -
I will hide my palms in my coat.
Here is the key, travel card, here are the gloves. I'll pay
but remember that somewhere flies
a planet on a string full of sonorous echo, the echo rings:
"We have to think about the eternal!"