Текст песни мартин иден - лохмотья

Black coffee and a patterned plaid
warm sweater, frost outside.
Minor in the heart, outside "do-re-mi",
my throat is dry - no one sticks out.

We were registered in gray buildings,
turned out to be bloody flesh to them.
Another destiny has a bust and a waist,
our lady is thin, with rags.

On the doorstep and brutal cold
she waits for change believing
what about the one who was often hungry,
it’s better not that the first one.

Black coffee stands untouched
warm sweater tortured with viscous,
heart trill is about to sink into the whirlpools.
We are tired of the fate of the fiasco.