Текст песни юностиплач - температура твоей комнаты

The last cigarette taken from a crumpled pack
It blows cold
Not from the street at all
Room procuration does not smoke tobacco
The ash hands
It seemed only a purely gloomy
Good luck
Good luck to you in your affairs transient
And I just froze
Cold, hatred fueling ourselves
suffering
Coming out of the window, flying in zero gravity
And you will not find me
You will not find with a tear on her cheek
Quickly rushes past before my eyes
And I fade
Extinguished and thrown
Trampled and dried
Leaked a drop of sympathy from lean body
And what do you want
Your screams will never inspired me
Pierces the room temperature
Shivering in the skin
Caution
Perhaps the fallen drop from his window
Batteries are not heated
I just drowned
Drowned his consciousness
Warmer either in the hallway or in the kitchen
The room temperature is colder than the temperature inside of me
Do not pour oil
No there is no fire
There is no fire, no me
Smoke does not warm me inside
Welcome
Freeze and die

I'm looking for a place
I am the heat in the cold
Weakness and hunger
I do not go out of the room
Rot and freeze
Once uvyanu and shall die
Give me a couple of minutes
I gather strength and once vzlechu