Текст песни АНТИМАТЕРИЯ - я в своем холодном маленьком аду

Autumn, summer - everything is the same color
In the black box hidden past and present
And joy and sorrow. Only a poem on a gray fence
On a sad love story
In it someone today words changed
Behind the fence, perhaps, it was the spring.

Chorus.

Age of the same, there is no end in sight
Life does not pull up and crawling to the bottom
Day and night, myself play it
I'm in his cold, little hell

Autumn, summer - everything is the same color
All at once the bare wires in phase
Even there is no pain and no one for it
Even called to account.
Outside, Spring know exactly
It is necessary to bring down, and urgently