Текст песни Роман Аракчеев - Ничего личного

I'm freezing, I'm cold
hands, words, but whatever!
just keep me warm.
grip with thin fingers and do not let go.
there is nothing personal, there is a lot of coffee,
yours, you delicious cigarettes .. and matches!
here you are, silence and rain,
and I hate it all ..
we are so far away until spring,
where we are, but not together
where is the world .., without two ..
there is nothing personal, there is a lot of pain,
my, warm thoughts for you,
here I am, microphone and poetry,
that you hate.