Текст песни Клим Стронский - температура твоей комнаты

Why are you so sure that it's great to live?
In a closed corridor, by degrees the room.
People with boxes on their shoulders, stole youth
in lobbies trains.
I have stolen into someone else's bed and whispered: & quot; & quot ;. suffer
The manifestation of love in this closed loop
It equals the rate of change of the flow of pain
through the skin surface, and too low a temperature
in my room fell to the floor with the book shelves,
battery burst, everything around is filled with cold water,
I will never live again.
In the second-class carriages,
looking into the eyes of the interlocutor,
wind uttered cries prozayuschie
through the holes in my windows.
There are so cold.
Suck the air out of the room
people in suits with black eyes.
In the vacuum of my space
It moved into your mind,
to find salvation.
Pulses circulation
do not let me dry in thine blade
on Sunday.
From reluctance to get up early,
it is better not to go,
smoked unfiltered cigarettes
choking smoke living in the room.
Window shutters in your dorm clamped in Teskey.
I would have jumped on the way back from the bus,
Tomorrow again I will not be able to reach it:
broken legs,
I'm cold.
The temperature of your room
like refrigerators in grocery,
It looks like a security guard at the exit,
and you're ready to run,
but too many have assumed.
Fall.
You never get up.