Текст песни Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Температура любви

Tron finger sky and dry your lips -
The taste on the lips you remind me.
Brass books, paper tube
How do you live without yesterday?

No back in bed is not around the body,
It would be better to see the nude, what's this garbage

I'm cold,
enough
I'm sick of
From myself to tear off one day

I have no back -
I have nowhere to look,
We are on a precipice but in different days

Push down on the time -
Suddenly the walls bend -
How do you live where no one can see me

Time fell, calendars hung,
Neither up nor down between all the lights

I'm at the bottom of the sky, boy,
Write me a letter,
I'm at the bottom, my boy,
I'm on the previous day

In the train of the dead sounds solid poison
Temperature of love - absolute zero
I do not judge those who are to blame, who is right,
But how to drive the hungry spirit with short waves?

I wanted to leave, but I belched road
Doors hung and never were,
Thoughts without a head, a foot dancing -
How did you live there in such a monstrous given?

I'm at the bottom, my boy
I'm on the previous day