Текст песни Машек Айва - Да я же привычная, мне ж холод - не холодно

I'm sitting.
On the floor,
For some stupid one,
A little childish
Habit.
Back to the battery
And the legs are under the table.
Chirk,
Chirk ...
Matches break with fingers.
Today someone left in the evening.
To the nearest
Electric trains.

I'm used to you
I'm cold - not cold
I'm lying to myself that it doesn't hurt -
For hours one ...
Alone with a tiny one
Wild,
Terribly calm city
I drink the cooled evening calm,
The light flows to me
Conducted by an electrical wire.

Like a panacea
Fight the cold plague.
But only the medicine is bad -
Not warm.
I would make a new tea, another ...
Outside the window, it doesn't burn already -
Smolders.
The glow beyond the river.

I would like to,
So that it would be
Whom to hug -
And me again -
Sleep,
Sleep,
Sleep...
At night, biting into the word "bed"
To be silent
To be silent
Silence ...
And in such a strange pillow ...
Breathe?

So that the infection is not heard.
And no one dear from miles away,
And I walk, wander -
By the wind
Roofs ...
Here are just cold bastards -
Winds,
I creep in dashes
Dirty niches ...

I want to see you, do you understand?
You are so warm
Solar,
Tender...
And you live in forty minutes from me,
So all ...
Your.
Dressed casually ...
And so sweet, warmly see me off ...

You're too far too far
And I draw everything
On dirty wallpaper
Color - baked milk
I'll press my back
And conquer.
Long and high.

I've been able to do this for a long time -
It's probably like a withdrawal -
I'm brittle.
Pressing right here ...
A little higher...
On the neck.
It's not so easy to stay visible
In the heart somewhere
Breaking.
For a long time already at home -
Not warm.