Текст песни Барабанда - Спички

Confused me all in parts
Thanks to accidents
The pain remained
Heart - alas - took with you

Like matches just in habit
So automatically
Unlikely
What you will be back
Be nervous why because of the little things

I will write a certificate to me doctors
That heart is knocking correctly
But there is nothing inside
You bribe him

Someday subsides passion
Empty chest introduce a prosthetic
And paint stew
I am Kleptoman
I myself will put
Hearts in his pocket
Like matches just in habit
So automatically
It is unlikely that I will return back
Be nervous why because of the little things