заблудился по пути из детства - моя бессмысленность нового дня.
текст песни

Cold wind spreads paper
And that evening I can't
go home, fall to the ground
And I will not rise.

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

My meaninglessness of the new day
draws on the skin drawings from pain
It’s to blame again, only I
I was looking for freedom in your body

But you took my hopes all my hopes
left only smoke cigarettes
I wanted to get someone necessary
Brightly shine without a residue burn

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

I will wait for you at stops
and in the corridars of psychiatric hospitals,
in overflowing stuffy minibuses
And persons distorted by anger.

I will be killed by this city
And obviously I will not live until winter
I would have a little of your warmth
And your cold love.

And the city began to walk more
On the maze of the minotaur
And it won't save me here
Ariadne thread.

Ugly Khrushchevs, streets
I'm waiting for you in the rain
Like a fucking moron

And autumn is time and death
And another homeless person will freeze.
Perhaps today is my turn to fall off forever
Under this blanket of rotting leaves.

My name is on a rusty plate
The body is now in cold land
someone's face on dull paper does not seem anymore
Familiar to you
All letters have expired like cigarettes
There is no more heat outside
trams of the porches of trees
And in the bathroom fragments of hopes and glass.