Текст песни ДДТ - Я сижу на жестком табурете

I sit on a hard stool
A tap dripping water.
Cap Cap ..
In a lot of the block, in a crowded crypt
I'll go quietly mad-ah ...
Cigarettes in mourning dress
Rustle of something at hand.
And in your glass-loving glances
I can not find the former rest.
I go so slowly and surely,
What it is not always
And look how hard it is true
With your fingers on the floor dripping water ...
And watch out the window at the opposite
Some perched on ledge
And smashing a stone on the decline of
Flickered in silent roar of the bottom.
Standing on a creaky stool
Wind the wire around his neck,
I was last in this world
I watched as the water drips.