Текст песни Я - Дыши

Crushed stone of the February cold
Street, stocking cars,
I'm trying to find
Where am I alone?
Smoke,
The eyelids are closing
Mr.
spleen,
Hugs lines

City - washed movements
The watercolor splashed,
For the sadness of the Vorozhey-
Thoughts a torn blizzard.
Losses
will not get the numbers to count
Believe, believe.
The horizon is thawing

Night, pillars of passers -by,
They beat the blushing advertisements in the eyes,
Everything around is disgusting similarly
In this wounded silence.
Breath with me,
I am more
no need
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe ...