Текст песни p0lo - в чужих квартирах я сплю на полу

in other people's apartments, I sleep on the floor

I climbed out of the box match
and in the dark in silence fell asleep
it as the notes played the habit
Sitting on the edge of a chair
Apartment has calmed down in the open window
evening climbed on the window sill
word in the kitchen, someone forgotten
in the cups were warmed his hands
Evening flower inadvertently touched
I fell on the floor unhappy flower
lamp burning electrocution
licking the ceiling light
evening jumped down silently
I sat down at the kitchen table lit
He became the voice of his six-string
but soon again become what it was
tap drop climbed slowly
could not resist fell, broke
drop shot the old shell
at which time she shot forgiven
He jumped off the table rusted kettle
wearily stood lonely under the tap
life all his life an extreme
It became unnecessary to anyone too early
creaked in a dream turning valve
Water drummed on the iron
the barrel of the crane as a gun
drop as the pool way back cut off
Match was awakened by the rattling
lit on the dark side box
but he did not go after her to accompany her
worn and old to go, he could not
up to the plate got caught fire burner
Gas in the twilight blossoming flower
it burned alone in a dark funnel
then blue then yellow lights
valve tired turned back
rusty kettle has become more difficult
gas flared colored spots
I became a little bolder with time
evening, put the kettle on the gas
I stood at the window with his hands crossed on his chest
light cigarettes sighed and went
ashes scattered by the wind in a fright
sugar small bits of silence
He waited until his spoon scoop
in the corner of the newspaper yawning tired
half asleep all trembling covers
boil water bubbles rise
evening, I turn off the gas reached
Kettle once gleaming steel
SBIR from heat gently stopped
Tea spilling crawled to the glass
a handful of spill it on the bottom
evening, put his hands in his pockets
and I looked through the glasses out the window
tea kettle boiling water scalded
spoon of sugar is dipped
he dissolved himself in it left
kettle cool rusty stooped
evening drank strong tea
I sat for a while, picking at a plate
he misses the kitchen without night
It waits until it will get the arrow