Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Не Вздумай Сломаться.

Do not think about what's next,
Do not think about it at all,
In this life, too much hypocrisy,
Like me this summer.

My word, now,
This is at least something to you,
Yes, there is a long time of "us"
Yet the very lives in me.

Can no longer so bright,
Can no longer so loud,
And it is not so hot
Everything has become too brittle.

Wait until the end and did not dare to give up,
This is my voice among your hands,
I could always stay close,
And always listen to your chest knock.

For the rest it is not eternal,
And for me, he is always alive,
Do not try to break down so carelessly,
Maybe it does not matter, but I'm with you.