Текст песни культура курения - Растерянность

You throw in the trash desires
Cigarette butts and scraps of paper ,
When the sun had burned down ,
Decomposed into lead shadows.
Spots of red
Stick to the rough wall ,
Night swallows taxis and kiosks,
I'm still trying to recall
The smell of your kisses ,
Devouring me whole .
Time passes cold chairs
And bear with me.

Snow on the mirrors
He hears ticking mercury
In the corners of your mouth ,
Without giving you a break .

Broken ribs , joints killed ,
And his eyes bleed .
Plasticine figures
Hidden in the sleeves of the night .