Текст песни Юрий Титов - Это моя комната

hello how are you do you remember me?
there are only walls and me in the world.
all my letters, postcards, e-mails, night calls,
in them are my measures and in them are my faith
sick with colds but still mine

This is my room,
I was cold in it.
leaving the door open for you.
you will read my dreams,
you will begin to understand with sadness.
I was the most needed in this room ...

exactly the point of the night like a candle,
sparks, stars, down and down,
burned out whitewashed and dead to the ointment,
dripping wax down the soft palm,
froze in my woolen sleeve, at the elbow