Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Нет Дома.

You know, I have not seem to have the house ,
There is the place where I am,
Where I would put all the books on the shelves secluded ,
And where I will always have to wait for a pleasant news.

There is not a city ,
There is no such country ,
Where I would not mind dying of hunger ,
Where someone's hands , I would have been correct.

I have no home ,
House because the warmth and comfort ,
And in my house is only pain tons ,
Which in small or more will kill me .

You know, I have no home,
There is no place where I was waiting ,
And I ate a coma ,
Not at home , where do not lie.