Текст песни Роман Аракчеев - Ничего личного

I freeze , I am cold
hands , words , and how you want!
Only warm me .
thin fingers grab and not let go .
there's nothing personal, there's a lot of coffee ,
your , you're delicious .. cigarettes and matches !
here you are , the silence and the rains ,
I hate it all ..
we are so far from the spring,
where we are, but not together ,
where the world .. no .. two
there's nothing personal, there's a lot of pain ,
My , you're kind of thought,
here I am , a microphone and poems
that you hate .