Текст песни Клим Стронский - температура твоей комнаты

Why are you so sure that it's great to live ?
In a closed corridor , by degrees the room.
People with boxes on their shoulders, stolen youth
in the lobbies of trains.
I stole someone else's bed and whispered : & quot; in suffering & quot ;.
Expression of love in this closed loop
equals the rate of change of the flow of pain
through the skin surface , and too low a temperature
in my room fell to the floor with book shelves,
battery burst, everything around is filled with cold water,
and I never will again live .
In the second-class carriages,
looking into the eyes of the interlocutor,
wind uttered cries prozayuschie
through the holes in my windows .
There are so cold.
Suck the air out of the room
people in suits with black eyes.
In the vacuum of my space
moved into your mind ,
to find salvation.
pulses circulation
do not let me dry upon your blade
on sunday.
A reluctance to get up early ,
it is better not to go to bed ,
smoked unfiltered cigarettes
choked with smoke living in the room.
Vents in your dorm clamped in Teskey .
I would have jumped on the way back from the bus ,
again tomorrow I will not be able to reach it :
broken legs,
i'm cold.
The temperature of your room
like refrigerators in grocery ,
look like a security guard at the exit,
and you're ready to run ,
but too many have assumed .
Fall.
You'll never get up.