Текст песни Марки - Совершенная формула счастья

Pray for me,
I - coming down the assembly line life.
Silently looking at the wall,
In her drawing the window clean with a brush.

Hidden from prying eyes,
Rough, brutal masses.
Life is learning the pain
It is difficult to count the game.

Silence under the control and supervision
A day in the window, I created a template
"The perfect formula for happiness!"

Concluded for a period in the exceptions,
Death erases extra moments
Those whose best be only a part of the inheritance.

Hunger vein twists tighter
Loneliness fills your ears,
Endless semicolons - simply a lie.

The perfect formula for happiness -
Who else is ready to take part
In the race brightest leaders, each so similar?