Текст песни -1 - О том, как ты проходишь мимо

And I
still catch your eyes
on the blade of the guillotine
and I was waiting for spring
and even longer you
warm as a blanket arms
only dream of me
and the rest of dreams
about how you pass by
leaving forever
full of holes and slippery
they all
friendliness of the glass sheet
as the city
which you do not need
try to breathe while there is time
chewing own teeth
prokurivaya my personal space
stay there at least once
forever and ever