Текст песни А Пять - Последний герой

Tired of poems written by
In the corners of the soul is very secluded,
Talking in the kitchen, and songs with beer,
And the devil's dozen unnecessary acquaintances.

Uneasy neighbors shut the door,
Seeing my face through the peephole.
And what can I do now?
And if that is possible then at least once.

Etc.---
But all these fears stroki-
And his life- silent movie
And he was tired, he was very tired
Although the song is not about him in general

Wishes of success already cut ear
Fake notes in the tone of his wife
Creative stagnation or forgiveness nepruha
And the fifth time all the texts burned

Status of my soul than something unique
Reminiscent of the game of dominoes
Similarly, manic-depressive
I want to pour and drink wine

Etc.---

Today, I am lacking affection
And tomorrow, I will sing about love
Depression is always exaggerates
The soul is dark, even lie down and die!

And I wanted to surprise everyone with simplicity
Feigned indifference to love until death
But it is not I, but he is
Last hero with the face of a snob!