Текст песни The Air of Hiroshima - Мы сгнившие доски старого дома

We are rotten boards of an old house,
     sagging cement underground.
     I've never been so cold
     And I was not so warm.

     One in these walls with thoughts:
     “One should not think deeper.”
     Smiling naively leaves
     Not knowing what makes worse.

     And I am lost in these thoughts.
     In the sounds of a lost trying to scream.
     I was the summer heat, it was a shower
     Avalanche that moved back.

     We are rotten boards of an old house.
     Sagged cement underground.
     I've never been so cold
     And I was not so warm.

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