Текст песни Tim - Потерян в холоде

We have again become what it empty
We burned a long time but still cooled
night and covered me over, black blanket
I was there where the cold, exhale steam
osyabshie quarters, remember that my wounds
I understand that not strange
I see again these walls, and people like mannequins
Kudat hurry and do not go back
We lost just without unnecessary phrases
Needless to collect and now broken glass Oskol
glass that was already drunk to the dregs
but it was once all remain behind the scenes
black and white movie on the shelf,
and only cold tomorrow, colitis body like a needle
and poetry is not comforted, I write at night
I broke an urban concrete sadness
Pater again in cold, at the end and the beginning