I'm lying. Silence. And in my trunk.
I opened my eyes, I hear the creaking of his age,
I can see the shadow of the eyelashes and alluring distance.
I close my eyes ... I am alive or not?
The line will carry me through the veins love.
Again creaking. Is it me or maybe the window?
And the roads of my poisonous blood
Again it takes me into the world nothing.
Prostheses soul rustling underfoot,
They trample separation, poverty and sadness,
And people rot in tears,
But I do not care, because in my trunk!
I'm tired of living like this,
Friends say,
I can not love you,
You know, and myself ....
I'm tired of living like this,
The sun in the clouds,
Rapid river is not for you ...
I'm tired of living like this,
Friends say,
I can not love you,
You know, and myself ....
I'm tired of living like this,
The sun in the clouds,
Rapid river is not for you ...
I live only in the minds of the dead days
I live only in the memory of former victories.
Talking about the prophecies of the last patient,
The roll over the precipice of the next years.
Something has gone, but something remains,
Heart clogged bird chest.
I let go of it, because this tired
I have accumulated over the years the way.
Dim light, blue smoke and cigarette burns,
Just I do not hear the creaking of the heart, which is a pity.
I'm lying in the clouds in interplanetary silence,
And takes me forever highway!
I'm tired of living like this,
Friends say,
I can not love you,
You know, and myself ....
I'm tired of living like this,
The sun in the clouds,
Rapid river is not for you ...
I'm tired of living like this,
Friends say,
I can not love you,
You know, and myself ....
I'm tired of living like this,
The sun in the clouds,
Rapid river is not for you ...