Текст песни Александр Веселов - Депрессия

Veiled in black thoughts for no reason,
The easiest way to become humble day of his death.
Stings from within the desire not to wake up,
So shine lights that can suffocate.

I'm yours,
And you are mine
Depression.

There is no end in pain, if you make friends with it,
Better willpower to crush each other.
Beautiful, perfect, we turned out to be a nightmare,
Drive me in the opposite direction, like a dead superstar.