Текст песни моя часть - влюбился

I do not iron your knees,
bruises,
transparent vein
and your fingers glass
do not touch my soul.
strangle me when we meet,
I just do not dare to hang himself,
but I think it would be fun
to die by your hand.
I pop in envelopes poems
but all the letters come back,
postman told me gently:
recipients are long dead.
But just as I or you.
I probably killed in a drunken brawl,
poppies bloomed on his chest
I laughed excitedly, and by the way,
counted 45 stab
not hoping to stay alive.
and the fact that you answer me,
I do not expect much.
but then at least read it.
I am writing to you from the South Pole
from the southernmost point of the Earth
here do not like, do not sleep and do not pray,
and your white hair
so similar to the eternal ice.

Well, you
its glass
create from paper birds
but they did not take off, and flocks,
like snowflakes
fall
a down