Текст песни thaumiel. Snezana Milkovskii - Наизнанку

I'm alone today in an empty frozen house
You won't understand me if you don't want to
Life cries out for peace in lines of war
Love ornament with a blade through the floors

The smell of nitrogen after a thunderstorm
It's too early for us to die
Habitual pain deep in the chest
A cold city with no fuss

And first love for the building of life
Will remain only its brick
Like a stain on the white blank blank
Turn me inside out

turn me inside out
look at my background,
plunge into my mind, plunge into my inner world.
just don't be afraid of my weather conditions,
all this is a snag.
it smears me because of the dampness of these apartments,
I feel stuffy in these front doors, where the wind flies through the window,
and flies out the front door.
"daughter, do not forget to wear a jacket or vest"
"Mom, believe me, this will definitely not help me."
"what a cute face" says a stranger to me
but I'm not an animal
and it's a shame somehow that they only look at the shell.
let's think about it
how can I continue to live.
let's think about it
is it worth it to put a period, or the rules of punctuation should be forgotten.
it seems to me that I gradually stop whining every day,
I think I've learned to forget people
I seem to have become stronger and tougher.
and you are still the same
because it's much easier to whine about the past.
can we play hide and seek with each other?
and then, as always, then everything will be all right again.
without looking back at the past I breathe in the cold air,
exhaling cigarette smoke.
I know the verses of my favorite poets, with the accuracy with which a believer knows the covenant.
but no matter how hard I try to find the meaning of my actions,
I don't find it.
or perhaps it simply does not exist.

But there is still the same

Renting a life in a stuffy communal apartment
Breathe, but don't get old
Looking for the trigger to run the script
Window light among wastelands

The smell of nitrogen after a thunderstorm
It's too early for us to die
Habitual pain deep in the chest
A cold city with no fuss

The smell of nitrogen after a thunderstorm
It's too early for us to die
Dance every step of your way
Carve out everything that you loved into your heart.