Текст песни Anacondaz - Убил себя

There is clutter, vanity, tablecloths in my house, but I’m not worried, lying idle.
Whether it’s a chtoli celebration, or what date - a hut is filled to the dump with strangers.
Once I dreamed about it secretly - at least once on my birthday so much attention.
They are afraid and hide the details, they say, in churches such as I do not funeral!
Three days earlier, it was not without reason that it closed itself against reproaches of not groundless in the bath.
A simple way out, my mind is choking, it’s not very good here, maybe it will be better there.
Between the piles of washed laundry, wet tile reflects me.
The right remedy will relieve shock - I will show them all how good without me!
As I understand it, you need this: candles, a table, the smell of incense, first, second, white tablecloths
And only I am not worried lying idle!

Chorus:
I myself flow upward, I prostrate myself in flocks of birds.
As long as there is a will, hurry up and how many people have changed.

I myself flow upward, I prostrate myself in flocks of birds.
As long as there is a will, hurry up and how many people have changed.

Cold coffee and morning in bed, my still life is smeared on the wall.
He looks at me with a smile, like a beast, he went fuck **, I feel bad now.
I'd rather die, I won’t open the door for him, such as he exhibited in galleries.
And I'm alone, I’d better warm my body on an open window, on the lunar battery.
I’ll open my eyes soon, look at the windowsill, I don’t remember the number, but today is almost Tuesday.
It’s time for me to go, and below it is so smoky, as if rats are fleeing a ship from a sinking ship.
Fuck, stars, you are just like everyone else - in your small world, in the big sky.
YOU look at those who stayed in the ground, sighing with fun, scolding pictures.
I am towards the light, I am down, and left alone: ​​night, asphalt and a wet cornice.

Chorus:
I myself flow upward, I prostrate myself in flocks of birds.
As long as there is a will, hurry up and how many people have changed.

I myself flow upward, I prostrate myself in flocks of birds.
As long as there is a will, hurry up and how many people have changed.

Rushing past the houses, past childhood memories, I seem to understand where dreams go.
Knots are tied tight, it is necessary - in a person’s life does not happen without tension.
Someone has a mania from despair, tearing his last hair, trying to pay attention.
But I want only understanding - not so much, count the last minutes before you leave.
Only fragments of memory remain, sometimes the faces of father and mother flash.
Enough, God, my conscience is gnawing, I decided everything, nothing will help.
Honestly, is it worth lying? I wanted to live in dreams, but now you can lower your life into the toilet.
I forgave everyone and myself first, these words are dedicated to my family.

Chorus:
I myself flow upward, I prostrate myself in flocks of birds.
As long as there is a will, hurry up and how many people have changed.

I myself flow upward, I prostrate myself in flocks of birds.
As long as there is a will, hurry up and how many people have changed.

Bad mood, movement, shit and body, does not find a place, reason glitches are covered.
The memory is gone, the dates are erased, the faces are erased ... Is the real picture, or is it my dream?
Snow is on my cheeks, but I don’t feel myself, I don’t feel cold, I don’t feel warm.
Look into my eyes - a tear will not fall from them, hopelessness of melancholy ... For ** me, take me there,
Into the world of light and kindness, dreams drink juices from me, veins are opened, prayers are forgotten, hopes are broken,
In time, ideals are washed away, buried and killed, but what have you achieved in this life, you?

Chorus:
I myself flow upward, I prostrate myself in flocks of birds.
As long as there is a will, hurry up and how many people have changed.

I myself flow upward, I prostrate myself in flocks of birds.
As long as there is a will, hurry up and how many people have changed.