Текст песни Ножевая Драка В Телефонной Будке - Больничный Покой

In the empty streets ,
Where poignant cold
Tightly subsided ,
Leaving the city ,
Where flashlight glare
Grass soul
How quiet sea
Sacrificed land.
I throw myself humbly to doctors -
Mutilated life longing hospital .
Medics privyazhut and empty at the seams ,
The ceiling over the years, you will find peace.

From the last heat of intravenous solution in you extinguish .