Текст песни нексюша - Вечная тоска

The street today is beautiful weather
Beautiful days
To get drunk vodka
No sun, the sky is gray
Like a wool of a mouse
I am flawed with thoughts
But I read books
And the wind is like me
Writes out noble
As if everything is bad
Only in me is directed
But I'm not worried at all
And I don't wear a scarf
To get sick and die
On your own sofa
And on me on the drum
The sound of a guitar is worse than hell
Maybe I won't get up tomorrow
I don't know, I'm sorry
And on me on the drum
The sound of a guitar is worse than hell
Maybe I won't get up tomorrow
I don't know, I'm sorry
Eternal longing eats me from the inside
I will not have a piece
The flame of anger burns settling the flesh
My pride is whining and becoming blood
And on me on the drum
The sound of a guitar is worse than hell
Maybe I won't get up tomorrow
I don't know, I'm sorry
And on me on the drum
The sound of a guitar is worse than hell
Maybe I won't get up tomorrow
I don't know, I'm sorry