Текст песни признак холодного лета - творить должен

No one will know what I do at night
No one will notice the tired look
I must admit melancholy and sadness in my sight
In their wanton , at first glance, tears
My way of life is poor
Hold your breath And I will cut your hands
Better than to be like your behavior
I do not want to hear your comments and accusations sounds
Not understood by many , but who will understand me
And I do not seek to understand
Constantly catching in his side litter
When you leave yourself suffering
Wind blows in the evening in my face
As if to say : get out , you're no use to anyone
My life will not end happy ending
Offended , struck by the simple truth
I should do .
For themselves, for those few people
Which are so similar to me
But those who do not need it , I suggest to eat worms
And get out of my mind , angry words ringing