Текст песни Неизвестен - Ок Мельникова

every second feels unnecessary,
every third suffers tactile hunger.
Zemfira nights just do not listen
in chains unloved gray city.
one in four suffers from insomnia,
every first secret that lies in the mind.
just not written poetry and howl,
just so people do not get bitches.
do not just appear Morning aggression.
someone has a problem, calls, distance,
someone Classifications scandals session,
inability to be together and the fear of separation.
every first by someone insanely bored,
and the feelings of silence, well, almost crippled.
the subscriber unit still does not respond,
hard so insanely sick man.
hard. and though ... well, how do I know?
I went to my father because I always so hard.
silent, stubborn, spit on everything,
of all of the bypass meter, for miles.
and they went to hell. consider themselves to be unnecessary.
in a world where one in three suffers tactile hunger,
Zemfira nights just do not listen
in chains unloved gray city.

Ok Melnikova