Текст песни chernoburkv - temperatura

Flocks of yellow-red birds
Leave their branches
Between torn pages
Put them quietly

Flocks of yellow-red birds
Leave their branches
Between torn pages
Put them quietly

Save at least something
Because the rest
Choked in the drain
We won’t see them again
Drowning them in puddles of the dead
The human step has already taken away
Bring the gray sky
To prickly fresh tears

Outside the window
At night, zero degrees of heat
But forty higher
You'll find inside me

Outside the window
At night, zero degrees of heat
But forty higher
Burn me alive

Cooled tea on the table
It is black-brown in color
I do not know how to shoot down
Damn temperature

Outside the window
At night, zero degrees of heat
But forty higher
You'll find inside me

Outside the window
At night, zero degrees of heat
But forty higher
Burn me alive

And I don’t know how to shoot down
Damn temperature ....