Текст песни Мот и Кутила - На дне стакана

I envy I smell whiskey, but I swallow all the same alcohol
and lacquer bowls again with a total succumbing to a drunken flirting
red eyes of your reflection does not frighten more beckons
you insensitive as cookies, you - as cold as granite
you're always with me is not noticeable, I call you a shadow
each time going out posthumously and I drink without you second day

I'm looking for the truth on the bottom of the glass
I reach nirvana

corner of elbows collecting bread crumbs and other dust
I spend the night under the sofa again, absorbing profit hangover
but without you I'm dying again, I alone the snow outside the window
a little sobering grimly Walking the Streets of place to shop for wine

I'm looking for the truth on the bottom of the glass
I reach nirvana

eye fatigue was rolled, with sober feet squinted laziness
from you there's nothing left, and I drink a fifth day without you

I'm looking for the truth on the bottom of the glass
I reach nirvana