Текст песни Алексей Проскурнин - Анонимка

I am not an opinion, only facts
Saint cross of my string.
I'm someone's six card
A brook of a large river.
I am the calm before the storm
I am the hanging ceiling
Just a detail in a large figure
Quiet dark corner.

I try as best I can
And it is not my lot to be silent.
I am sick for you with all my heart -
Those who left - sat down again.
I am only the first encounter
In someone's hair
Not a wrinkle, even a wrinkle,
Let not horror, only fear.

Conscience gnaws, but everything is as it is on me
I am greed, I am pity
I am pathetic revenge.
Anonymous.

Like a crazy fly
Near your temple
I don't know what my name is
I blow for sure.
I alone - a stick in the wheels,
And to others - career growth.
I don't feel sorry for you
To hold an insignificant post.

Conscience gnaws, but everything is as it is on me
I am greed, I am pity
I am pathetic revenge.
Anonymous.