Текст песни Холод Твоей Души - Насколько трудно мне стало жить.

My God,
and you can not imagine how much I was hard to live,
not enough sleep to wake up every day and where - with the pozaranku hurry.
watch the gray faces and did not know how to breathe.
City ladies soaked with tears,
it now does not relieve.

every third, second and first
smoked one by one,
But where those who like & quot; the response & quot;
for every sad lady.
Really?
.
Where?

here nobody tormented expectation
life without meaning as a chronicle of existence,
here they do not believe in life and death,
the end of everything, it is the end.

smoke-filled world and each five-storey building.

God.

where I mowed?

I went, well, probably,
cool luck, willpower and a force.
that I did not whined like an old dog every night,
Get me out of this cursed city
take away.

because if you do not help me at least you.
that's all.
sorry.

suicide as a new tool to tell what to do
to fulfill dreams.

/ Only God, you shut up about it, be silent /

.

I like running and I do not know where.
and so every day.

My God,
and what I live
and
.
what for?