Closing my eyes, I am looking for a place -
Where the abyss without a bottom , without a place ...
Spring, depresnyak third day without sleep,
Demons drag in dreams , I am afraid to look in his eyes.
Word of mouth to mouth to mouth - but the soul is empty .
And when we will - under the ground at the cross ,
In kadogo own spring, and I thought with a sheet !
Or dirty pieces of canvas , I'm in those places
Where an ulterior motive - the executioner does not honor Christ.
Balad streets forgotten holy places.
And I close my eyes , not to see it .
And since last summer , with the memory of last summer ...
And thoughts inside me , under my mood
How to arrange Destry noise or everything will suck
Or cold in the spring, will be covered again depresnyak
But we honor freedom , and will not give up without a fight.
After all, while there is a piece of leaf , and black paste
Time goes fuck , it has no power ... more
Soulless people tedious routine
depressive spring until the day flow
until the soul , crack at the seams
you did not fall asleep , because soon spring
Inside me wind twirls time if
As if I never fall there
as if I drown there in lies
if all I did when I forget something
Time has changed me , I can not touch
God forbid leave in until the rest is not too difficult .
And somewhere inside the soul is the more expensive
For what I live , so as not to drown in a lie
And you give me a drink of cold water
Yazakryvayu my eyes and see the empty dreams
Do not sink the soul, not the wrong behavior
The whole world is in your hands , it is given only to one
And if I drown , you will not pull
Are you in a dress crying on her knees Sadin
But after a couple of minutes, which is within falter
I no longer have , well, fuck you in principle
