Текст песни Константин Ступин - Холодный воздух

Cold air from the depths
What a strange summer
I think it's the end
It seems to me - I am not there.

And I make my way to the rear
But this is instinct, I'm not the first
I see dry circles
I feel my nerves.

Strange to see myself
Through and through on your TV screen
Strange to see myself
Through and through in your TV screen.

And I keep living
But I forgot how to wait and believe
And I try not to swim
But I stopped fighting the flow.

They gave me warmth
But I divided it into milliliters,
I could give my blood
But this is unlikely to make sense.

Strange to see myself
Through and through on your TV screen
Strange to see myself
Through and through in your TV screen.

Here, as before - a thunderstorm sings,
Here, as before, stars play,
But here, as before - I see myself,
And here, as before - cold air.