Текст песни Дима JesT - В холодном воздухе

The cold air is so sweet
Burns in silence, burning melt without a trace
Tired eyes, my reflection
You are so accustomed to resort to self-immolation

And I do not know how much I have left
A year or a month, or 2 10
The third decade is in fact quite such a little
And for someone because we are always children

Count up, I do not think about the bad
Like everything else I'm still young
You know .. the mother's smile - and I warmly
The guys next to on any occasion

And I melt without a trace
But that has strengthened the forces can
The cold air is sweet
In the silence incessantly
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So ridiculous like sitting with itself
In thought to argue with him, in his mind with a dream
To think about life, to think about the fate of
What then treat yourself crazy

Count it again in the course of deja vu
What a habit to climb to where you do not expect
But we do pull the harness
What takes away forces us to change route

You know, and after all the words and can heal
at the moment,
But just like everything to destroy
You know, silence is the loudest cry
How indifference eats the soul

Dim light, the window sunrise
And in the reflection is the same kind of
I do not know how we still have time
On everything to score, but a bit louder