Текст песни Недопоэт - Холодное сердце

I stroked the throat of mulled wine sips:
Helped a speed drug.
Heart in scars, emptiness on the veins -
Third days on wet corner grief.

Cleaning fate draws new lines:
On the palm leads the blade,
And not to know about each other, could we?
Grey cold heart painfully.

Your cries of help are not heard:
You held away with all the distance.
Networks are torn, I remember in them, caught than.
To be together to be, you need to part.

Your abortion is your life - death to my dreams,
Following a loud diagnosis - infertility ...
What? The child interfered with your image?
It's a pity. Cold heart burned you.