Текст песни Ленивый Ро - груз

skew will score again and try to forget
breathing dirty air - breathe pure smoke
it is rather a cry from the heart than the snotty song
but I'm alone again, and so every day fuck

and then again the darkness and all the same load
gaze rested against the wall, and so on until the morning
and then again the coffee, cigarettes, matches again
and so proёban new day for the decline of the old

and if it is really a dream, it's best I do not wake up
it is so tired of being sad, tired feeling
tired of being alone, when the terms of so many
tired of living the day that you would call new

is not the same character when dead acumen
is closer to the edge, what would not go back
but I did not become clear - this is a dream or reality all
a lie or the truth, in the heart of a knife or a scalpel

I make coffee, cigarettes, matches,
every day the same thing, every day, as a habit
Taking great, just waiting for let
but soon the night again and again become sad