Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - К Чёрту.

To hell with all of it,
These cold clouds ,
To hell with reality , to hell with it ,
Fuck , let me absorb the river .

Yes, we do not need more words
And poetry , too , in general ,
Yesterday , sober , still yesterday,
Yesterday was not thrown .

To hell , honestly ,
This melancholy , depression ,
I need to sleep there again , into the abyss ,
But on Tuesday I leave the session.

To hell with Miles , I will run ,
There, where there is heat and sun,
Why should I bank of memories ?
Probably I think that everything will return .