Translation:
Grey station has tied [me] with cold winds - secrets.
Every horn made me run like crazy, I was burning with comets, - where are you?
I didn't let your telegrams to flow through my capillaries.
Snow, melt, melt, melt on my hands,
melt and turn into tears -
the answers on mine.
Grey station punished [me] with your lies - wounds.
Waiting and smoking, can't forget, the pupil is contracting - does not count.
10 years ago
10 years ago