Текст песни Игорь Штайн - Холодно

I'll go through the lines of night lights
I can no longer forget about her,
I no longer try to cover up my shame
For dressed and well-fed, I'm just a boor.
I'm trying to find a common language with them,
I put pressure on their psyche through screaming.
I hit the fiery strings of the day
But they don't want to understand me.

They get high on gasoline
Putting cancer on the riders of their cars.
Killing love without fail yeah
They are our victory and our misfortune.
They hold a dead world in their hands
They are the conscience of the era, the warmth of apartments.
They're sticky memories of burned out dreams
They are eternal fire on the seven winds.

We fly one after another, pressing on the gas.
And there is no force to knock us over.
We are crazy faith in our gods
We are one crossing where there are no shores.
We are a chiseled conscience, a fine-tuned rhythm
One algorithm has been hammered into us for centuries,
But breaking the ranks of cosmic days
Sometimes we still remember her.