Lyrics C.J.Sm1t - Холодно

When it's so cold in your soul, look at the sky
It will help us always find the answers.
To those questions from which we fled into the abyss
Better so ..... say .... freeze in place
This way, like this pulse, like this bullet
It breeds us like a virus infected
We are not charged a hundred out of a hundred
Hardly there is now a place
For that huge love, I honestly cramped
Everything is like in that play, tragic without flattery
I don’t need blah, blah, and something about feelings
FIRST, really feel it all myself
Go through the illusion that I ate
Absorbed all the sadness, surrendered for two
Oh well and let .... you my last letter .... listen ....

Do you remember that we were afraid we were afraid not to leave time
Remember those moments, the first drops of April
Remember undressing without losing a second
Passion filled with winter, empty, who are we?
As if in a coma, all feelings are lumpy
Everything is broken so last fall and groans
Calls, SMS, phones, all just for the background .. tell me !!!!
Or is the season over there .....

I speed up, walk on the hot stones
There is no sarcasm, I just did not say the main thing
I read a lot of books, but these chapters were forgotten
Which is not funny, but maybe I don’t like it at all
Everything is not according to plans, saves know "panacea"
Go? Run? No longer makes sense, no goal
She incinerated, leaving an imprint with pain
Still open wounds, sprinkle them with salt again
Tell me !!!!! ??? but why is everything so limp?
Lines disappeared from the palm
So I did not understand
And silence .... why are you crying?
No, it’s not worth it, we ourselves are to blame
COORDINATES LOST THAT NO REFUND
All the feelings of a different format
We are locked up, as if alone in the room
Or maybe already psychopaths ?? Enough, that's enough!
We burned the ground ourselves, only ash remained under our feet
My inner thrill, my island and babble
My whisper and wind, my dream .... I'm a prisoner in him
Are we humans beasts, alone in someone else's bed
Crumpled sheets
Knocking on closed doors, like a path through thorns ... sure

The cold envelops the mind, As if in a chamber I gasp for gas
Broken vases, rubber stamps
Meeting eyes ... last pause ....
You are there for thousands of kilometers, hundreds of miles separate us
We will not erase the memory, but something we will reset
Let the new family not heal, the new family not heal
Do not treat new acquaintances, well, where are you ??? !!! ..... where I am also ......