Текст песни Многоточие - Минута

What if there is nothing to strive for?
The pressure piston pump of hope, which are not?
I convince myself that I could make a mistake in the reality of loneliness twenty-three years?
For sinus heart burned with gasoline splash,
To the appearance of feeling someone's eyes stung ...
Nah ... I can not jump from psevdoradosti, when the soul is like a gray room.
When in front of a frozen past pain,
When present around the like can not be worse than cubed
And the future kills hope for the best,
Every moment becomes a real ...