Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Мизери.

Holding in the hands of skeletons ,
Skeletons of the past,
Shattered comet
That , too, is thrown .

Question after question ,
Questions were with foreign lips
And I nod off at night,
Again, after going with someone rude .

Day pass ,
Reach and following ,
And someone wanders under the windows ,
Raising his eyes drunken disdain .

I closed ,
In the room for ten locks ,
And all in the mind rummaging ,
How to find skeletons of the past coffins .

This is the thing, right?
That thing when no one helps letters ,
And so are you my year ,
My favorite Misery .