Текст песни КосмоSpace - продрогшие до костей мысли

closing his eyes again hear these sounds, staying until the last breath
attach the phone to your ear ..
it happens not just, it is very difficult
and at this time I realize how hopeless ..

he is sitting at home and not hear the street thunder ..
the soul is torn in half, and you as always
in his apartment, and as always in the trash
gray people on the street are engaged in the affairs of gray,
and all your feelings dispelled these winds

my poems to me nonsense, I are not trying to harm you
just I write about what I think about the fact that he was sitting in the shower
about the fact that most of all I have pains
yet understand, it is necessary to nobody, it is for me the main obstacle
but I still hope that the world will understand me, will not he throw,
but just in time to find.