Текст песни АНТИМАТЕРИЯ - Я в своем маленьком холодном аду

Autumn, summer - everything is the same color
The black box hidden past and present
And joy and sorrow. Only a poem on a gray fence
On a sad love story
In it someone is changing words
Behind the fence, probably, it was the spring.

Age of the same, there is no end in sight
Life does not pull up and crawls to the bottom
Day and night, to myself to play it
I'm in my cold, little hell

Autumn, summer - everything is the same color
All at once the bare wires into the phase
Even there is no pain and no one for it
Even called to account.
Outside the window, spring know exactly
Hence the need to bring down, and immediately