Lyrics заблудился по пути из детства - моя бессмысленность нового дня.

Cold wind spreads paper
And this evening I can't
get to the house, fall to the ground
And I will not climb.

This autumn is a good reason.
To fall asleep
Under the plaid
from leaves.

My meaninglessness of a new day
draws on the skin paintings from pain
everything is to blame again, only me
In your body, I was looking for Freedom

But you took my all hopes
left only smoke cigarettes
I wanted to get someone I need
brightly light without residue to burn

Let everything not bad, but I'm all in sadness ...
Let everything not bad, but I'm all in sadness ...
But I'm all in sorrow ...

I will wait for you at stops
and in the corridars of psychiatric hospitals,
In crowded stuffy minibuses
and distorted by evil faces.

I will be killed by this city
and clearly do not live to winter
I would have a little warmth
And your cold love.

And the city began to like more
on a minotaur labyrinth
And I will not save me here
Thread Ariadna.

Ugly Khrushchevka, Streets
I'm waiting for you in the rain
Like a fucked manner

and autumn time of cold and death
And another homeless to death will freeze.
maybe today and my turn to fall asleep forever
Under this blanket from rotting leaves.

My name on a rusty plate
body is now in cold earth
Whose face on dim paper does not seem more
familiar to you
All letters have thinned as cigarettes
There is no heat outdoors
trams entrances trees
And in the bathroom fragments of hopes and glass.