Molchat Doma - At the Bottom As the foliage dries on the trees The cycles of nature It's time The smoke of the cigarette coals on the filter Slightly burned then went out The lines on the sky it's higher and lighter over there I hear the knocks of tram tracks There's a little left at the bottom of my bottle In my bottle... There's a little left at the bottom of my bottle I finish it all and go to you