Текст песни , тепло - думай

From little things woven fabric,
As the sins of the dead souls.
I never thought about their existence
 or are you just empty the listener?

I thought about my emptiness inside or scoring on all this nonsense,
That's right, why think when a whole life ahead,
Although actually,
your soul is already kindled from within,
You're empty,
I'm not understand
You have in mind nothing hurts,
And I'm sad,
You know, it's the nicotine in the breast,
Because of him I have a pungent cough and a cry of the soul,
You must also be sad,
After all, you have the soul instead of animal instinct,
I never wanted for
think of others
or is it just my head glare.