I turn the kitchen light on and off

Cigarettes, strong tea, silence,

You do know that after happiness comes despair

It’s a dead evening, and I’m on the floor again,

So many thoughts are going through my head

You know they’re here, silent about you only

I know how to survive... (I knew...)

I know how to survive... (I knew...)

Only when the lights go out in the trees

You do know one is responsible for everyone,

Snow melts so slowly in front of your eyes

Strangle yourself with a scarf without a second glance

For someone who has a habit of being silent,

You do know it’s too late and you cannot lose

I don’t know how to survive... (I knew...)

I don’t know how to survive... (I knew...)

Crooked houses and trees in suspended animation, beds of January, rusty whispers like the wheels of a train, and thoughts blend together with a feeling of sound and smoke, as if the wind greets the lights of this dirty city with cold, all these crooked houses are to blame, choose one word out of a hundred, to describe everything that is happening now, cold, from screaming, a pillow comforts me. Someone loses something, finds it, and we probably just do not know it. With such impulses you believe, involuntarily, that a miracle that is impossible is happening to us, it is so huge that you cannot hide behind crooked houses and a stupid fake smile. Replacing fear with attempts. The wind embraced your arms, and winter suffocated again, all these crooked houses are to blame.