Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Яд.

I covered with a blanket every night,
Stroking a cat by the nape,
How, then, just a hair's breadth,
I did again suffering from vaccination.

Poisonous cold fingers,
Like squeezing my throat,
And his eyes are black,
It looked like a black crow.

Stop, I'm on the bed,
And the cat next door,
But I already print imprint
Which he named poison.

No, I'm still alive,
More like the beating heart,
The soul is still with me,
But the poison is already in the blood winds.

In the morning I would find,
Maybe someone would have cried,
Perhaps no one would and has not been,
Where I have long searched for a berth.

Covered with a blanket lifetime,
Stroking a cat by the nape,
Smiled, a taste of poison pills,
Yes, I'm talking about myself in the past,
Can I leave a note.