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I will no longer fly on the wings of love
I will stop sleeping at night, you are to blame.
I will try to forget you, but it’s self-deception,
I just tried to fill my memory with a drunken dope in my head.
Chorus:
And again, the drink doesn’t go into my mouth, and again I clog the joint,
Yes, there is a ford in this river, but this ford is not for me.
I scatter the plan in front of me, I pour another 200 grams,
I drink, smoke and fly where I fly, I don’t know myself ...
You stopped coming to me, you started to avoid meeting me
You don't want to call me ...
But then you run after him like a child, when he goes arm in arm with the other,
And I almost do not care about you, I will turn around and go home.
Chorus.
Yes, I'm an alcoholic and a drug addict, more than once the needle touched my hand,
Although, face it, I have never been like this.
The soul sought solace, found an easy but destructive path,
Now the needle, vodka and anasha will kill me someday.
Chorus.
And again the heart will break through the needle, and again vodka will be poured into the chest,
And, dying, the soul screams, interfering with life's cries of curtailing.
May every day it gets darker in my eyes, and a beat of hearts freezes,
And the last tear breaks out of my eyes, and the guitar falls out of my hands.
