Текст песни Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Я на дне, мой мальчик

Love temperature

Touch the sky with your finger and dry your lips
The taste on your lips will remind you of me.
Copper books, paper pipes
How do you live without yesterday?
No wall, no bed, no body next to me
Better to see nude than this bullshit.
I'm cold, enough, I'm sick of it
Tear off yourself one day at a time!

I have no back, I have nowhere to look back
We are on the same cliff, but on different days.
Press on time, suddenly its walls bend?
How do you live where you can't see me?
The time is up, the calendars are frozen
Neither up nor down, between all the lights.
I'm at the bottom, my boy, write me letters
I'm at the bottom, my boy, I'm at yesterday.

The train of the dead is full of poison
The temperature of love is absolute zero.
I am not the judge of those who are to blame, who are right,
But how to drive hungry ghosts out of short waves?
How far can you be and how close
How to pay for it and at what price?
I'm at the bottom, my boy, write me letters
I'm at the bottom, my boy, I'm at yesterday.