Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Представь.

Imagine, as I am alive,
Making your way through the thorns and whining,
After, I fell on the reef,
Imagine, I still sberёg themselves.

Just think,
How many abrasions and bruises,
I has carried with him to look sheepish,
And how many lives I threw deflections?

Yes, you do not know,
What's wrong with me, but how,
But just inside you die,
Like everyone else, just a trifle.

In the day, hundreds die,
Die thousands
And you imagine that the dream book,
I lied to you that you will be cured.

imagine,
I am a high-rise fall.
Every hundred or a hundred, but then you do not know,
How many times to survive, right?

Imagine that no one is killed,
Imagine that you live,
Imagine that you hope to leave,
Take care and I hope sberezhёsh.