Текст песни меланхолия джазового минора - рыбавклетке

Temperature 5 degrees Celsius
Returning to the apartment Throwing garbage
rushing into the hypermarket with their hypercurnesses
I drink caustic zagachny sank from the throat and think
about how not to become garbage
Meanwhile, in my corrup cell falls
frost.
Temperature 0 degrees Celsius
My fins live a separate life
and fell into a short anabiosis
my invented lover leaves
Or never happened
I'm cold and I rot in this checkered
prison like a hamster in the wheel
Temperature -7 degrees Celsius
I do the last breakdown of despair, breaking
Warmoned Rods, My Sad Life
Okov, leaving scales on the walls
I swim, sailing like careless male
somewhere smolden in the soul
And I see how through the hole in the ice
Sleeps tasty nearby
Volyu in myself the last sip
This is the food for me,
and I'm trying to swallow but the lip is dugged
Something cold
Temperature 10 degrees Celsius
I'm in the kitchen with the same as I
lying in cool shell
someone's hands grab fucking
Cache on the gills, it becomes difficult to breathe
Someone's hands, so similar to my own
So I became a swimmer
and dive in a saucepan with a boiling liquid
Temperature 100 degrees in price ....