Текст песни БАРАБАНДА - Спички

I'm all at a loss in parts
Thanks to chance
Pain remained from the head
Heart - alas - took with me

Like matches just out of habit
So automatically
Unlikely
What will you bring back
Why be nervous about the little things

Doctors will write a certificate to me
That the heart beats right
But there's nothing inside
You took it to smoke

Someday the passion will subside
I will put a prosthesis in an empty chest
And I will steal
I'm a kleptomaniac
I will lay it myself
Hearts in your pocket
Like matches just out of habit
So automatically
It is unlikely that I will return it back
Why be nervous about little things