Текст песни Середина Неба - Кофейня в Амстердаме

In a coffee shop in Amsterdam
One at the bar
He sits and smokes ganja
Unshaven Rastafarian.
I walk silently
Extends his hand.
It is, without a word,
It gives me a hookah.

Breathe in
I smoke green,
I sit next to
Inhale again.
And so we sit in silence
And we look at each other,
And the whirlwind of our thoughts
Carry somewhere we ...

I see before me
Jamaic'u distant,
Where lights Reggae
On the shore of the sea,
And he is now, perhaps,
In the snowy Russia,
Among hruschob Moscow,
Where is my distant house ...

And I say: "Thank you",
And I came out of the coffee shop,
Brad, I along the canal
In a half-asleep.
A deserted street,
Only unchanged
Dutch police
Following smiled at me ...