Текст песни Flinn - Худший День

I went out of the house on the wet asphalt
October already hits passersby cold stick
Sky like minor, as if violin and alt
As if something is wrong, as if something split

This is my worst day
There is no place for us in it.
This is my worst day
And I don't have a case what is happening outside

I descend in the subway to be crushed
In endless transplants, people scattering from longing
As if crushing over something left ...
... but I can not see, I listen to rain inside

This is my worst day
And it seems to me that tomorrow will be only worse