Текст песни -1 - О том, как ты проходишь мимо

And I
still catch your eyes
on the blade of the guillotine
and I was waiting for spring
and you do not even have
warm as a blanket arms
I only dream
and the rest of dreams
that you walk by
leaving forever
full of holes and slippery
they all
friendliness of the glass sheet
as the city
that you do not need
I try to breathe while there is time
chewing own teeth
prokurivaya my personal space
Stay there at least once
forever