хотеть тепла (Khotet' Tepla)

The order of words is confused
On crumpled sheets
Forgiveness and love live
But only in other hearts

To make someone smolder
You need to burn yourself to ashes
There's nothing wrong
In wanting warmth

Contempt for one's own life
Leads to contempt for others
There's nowhere for us
To fall any lower

To make someone smolder
You need to burn yourself to ashes
There's nothing wrong
In wanting warmth