Текст песни Coma - black winter

Dirty streets, misanthropic i
The icy figures are blooming, you are in armor.
I take the Colt, give me the cartridges myself
It's an eternity in a glass, like a butterfly on a light bulb.

Sparkling champagne, clear sun,
Nameless, not in Russian, good morning.
I see what I shouldn't have seen
But the soul of this is only even more dreary.

The world is too small to be important
Manage unsuccessfully, and behave horribly.
The window is foggy with pathos
The temperature sensor for her broke.

I see how this world is bursting at the seams,
Like a huge brothel.

The wind whispered to me, walking along the avenue:
- Calm down, you're not in it.