Текст песни Вера Полозкова и JukeBox Trio - Сигареты кончаются ровно в полночь...

Cigarette ends at midnight, and he goes by the lights
May flickers and lapping at his very door
the third month, the same Saturday -
paralyzes calendars -
void outside it
the emptiness inside him

He is not faster than they came together
through the traffic lights, courtyards, balconies with colored rags,
but its lack of sharpness of the space reports
other volume

white lilac fence boils over,
long pond lights streaked scarlet and gold
thirty-first year as a drunk can not starve and young
He knocks at the kiosk,
asks Marlborough
and inhales the hot smoke,
exhales cold smoke.