Текст песни Метастазы Разума - Блядство

And I didn't get lost much for hours on numbers
Where are you and me, where we are with you unity.
Probably it's in my thoughts.
And it's silly to say I'm a failure in principle
Autumn again under the windows, those golden parks, an imaginary drop of prose.
They left one whole in the past, they interfered with the truth with lies, the persecution is hopeless.
Dry your tears. After all, they contain notes of indifference.
And at least the unusual has become a custom.
Personal decline, depression, on the verge of collapse.
Mobile into the wall. Bitch, don't call, at least let it cool
Give me back my closed circuit,
I will take my body away and boldly die.
Cool, the wind carries off the grudge.
Forgive empty spaces for two here.