Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Ровное Дыхание.

Hands stretched ,
To my wrists , neck ,
His eyelids closed ,
Smooth breathing heavier .

Hands are compressed on the throat ,
It seemed mildly strangled ,
And my eyes moaning ,
A ruined other people's views .

Break free ,
Faster and run,
The heart , as you are still so beat?
When I breathe exactly ?

Steady breathing, where are you?
When this ice floe will melt inside ?
Still clinging to the hands - branches,
My regular breathing destroying .