Текст песни маршрутка - Вчера

Yesterday
Yesterday I got burned by the snow. I caught small snowflakes with my hands, and they protected the skin like hot steel.
The indifferent snowflakes did not want to melt. I looked at one of them. It seemed to me that she was alive ..
Yesterday was summer, but I swear it was snow.
I loved yesterday. Loved her. I liked counting the number of hairs on her head. But I never managed to count, I got lost.
Then she laughed. And her hair fell like a dark shower over her shoulders, caressing her back.
She danced yesterday. Without music, I just danced. And I watched. He looked into her eyes, examined them. Eyes the color of wet asphalt. I watched her thin lips stretch into a smile.
Yesterday I watched her small breasts swaying in time with her movements.
I was dying yesterday. I didn’t see any light at the end of the tunnel, my whole life didn’t flash before my eyes. All I saw was the ceiling, all covered in dirty streaks. I saw a chandelier with one flashing light. There were strange rustles coming from the wall.
For a moment it seemed to me as if a bunch of night moths were about to burst through the wallpaper and fly out, filling the entire space.
It wasn't me who died yesterday.
She died yesterday. I saw her eyes, eyes the color of wet asphalt. I found a note yesterday:
“18000368 hairs. I counted."
Today has not come.
I lived yesterday. I live yesterday.