Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Под Колёса.

Under the wheels, a quiet sigh,
Under the rough life of the tire,
Under the roar of the rain,
Under the sour taste of love.

No more just a step,
Across the street, on the pavement,
Through the darkness of umbrellas,
After lying in the morgue, with the scalp.

Under the wheels of rough, fast,
Rip apart your hopes,
Sighs recent, quiet,
Only the rain eased, so fresh.

In the cold stay,
Or warm,
Or wander the whole life long,
And now, under the wheels, the wheels me.

The distant rumble
And somewhere I heard the cries of seagulls,
Far away, the sea whispers,
And joyful barking huskies.

All this is fine,
Merged with me under the wheels,
And my eyes are not accidents,
My eyes have already lost over scarlet cliffs.