Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - На Крючке.

Like a fish hanging on a hook,
To see how to laugh your future death,
And in my heart, as in a piece of wool,
Putao rusty iron poles.

Hanging on a hook, like a fish,
A look at the passing world dying eyes,
And standing in front of me is a huge block of ice,
That used to be someone's tears.

Like a fish, yeah,
Catch greedy breath,
Sometimes loses consciousness,
And to think that everything was a dream.

Eagle Eye, fuck, like a fish,
If there is a God, the devil, where he is?
I already stopped the body erect,
And my eyes were asking for help fish.

As the fish off the hook, the house?
No, on the cutting table lie,
And cut my body with a knife,
And that hope dies, which I treasure.