This is not optimism and not Candide
and at least cover up the spliff and nicotine,
at least go roll, falling down in spirit -
friend fucking life, we really want not.
And are you happy and cheerful? - And I'm not alone
We are from different worlds, we have zero joy
Everywhere dirt and minor, we drink wine idly
and we do not expect Dionysus to rise again in the spring.
I was an idealist, he probably died in me,
We need inspiration to create something
Emotions, feelings, love pain and pulse,
But I'm like an abyss - deep, but empty
Well, let. Day after day is indistinguishable - copier
Tell me how can I describe the dullness
My not radiant look. Pain learn to yearn
This is how longing sounds
And how to continue to be, because there are fairy tales around, not up to them
Quitting drugs and sex? No, this is hellish hedonism
And we fly downhill, and the truth is chilling
And let me not be recognized, I'm here about the feelings of a few
(after all this)
My world is ashes, sadness and longing, goal
not defined unlikely, I will be able to solve everything
My world is always dim
At night booze, pussy, dancing, after the sadness and decadence in it
(I chose)
Low truths of darkness, low-low truths of darkness,
If you got close to my world, style, quickly mister buckle up
He's full of risk, mystic and the timeline of the world has expired
So to hell with light, we are closer to the low truths of darkness
And how many of them I would not find out for myself,
But all the same, there is a massacre in the soul, and a new depresnyak is ripening
You will say: you cannot live the same way. There is a clank in my soul like a piece of iron
And we do not wait when that child comes to save us in the manger
After all, all epochs endure a crisis, the gods disown us
We would have to get home, it would make sense to accommodate a little
Don't give a damn about fashion, style and we're not looking for prestige
And spit on the heights of the world, and spit if I am superfluous
Well, okay, just wait
Don't give a damn about growth in work, boss, fat wallet
We don't need a house with a wife, I'm not a family star
And by the will of some stars, I build a bridge to the superman (but)
Maybe it's just faith
And now the era will not sanctify
My ugly look
learn to yearn pain
this is how melancholy sounds