Текст песни особые условия - ненастье

Drops as stones grind on the roof,
And lightning shoot through the fog .
Do not have time to realize the deception ,
He hovers above the fog ...

Notebook with poems broken and crushed ,
Thrown into a corner , forgotten old friend.
So fate outlined circle,
Cries of pain no one hears .

Wind whether singing , or moans in the night,
The air smells of damp earth .
He once was dry and heat
Izzhigal Hot Tin Roof .

Scratched with a razor on a concrete wall
All that I know and what I breathe .
You read it , I beg you ,
Know the concrete pain breathing.