Текст песни Tracktor Bowling - Ради Чего

And the soul hurts
From the sky black color
And a little audible
Death breathes nearby

The flame of faith goes out in the wind
And hope died by morning
Having survived love at midnight
The easiest way to break this thread
But harder to understand for what?

And in the morning snow fell from the sky
It’s like the ashes of someone’s cigarettes
White powder covered the house
It has always been and always will be:
And winter will come without you!

The easiest way to tear this thread
It’s easiest to tear this thread
But harder to understand for what?
For what?