Текст песни Нервы - Курим

So sad to three-room apartment
And flat screen TV is not accustomed
The most miserable in the world - the nerves , cigarettes
A little bit of alcohol is
 
Opposite of plastic windows
In a chair thrown out lives a simple hobo
He writes his songs about the scandals in these windows
About pounds of ash ...
 
We smoke , inhaling with this death
Those bitter moments , those pitiful reasons for our lies
But we smoke , we want to make it cool
Dying by the minute
After all, with this smoke , we do not breathe life
 
Entrances impregnated with smoke
Refined flour, not in this world easier
And so it is necessary to justify the defects
As if it is easier
Not really .. Well ?
What then can we , if we are so hard to quit ?
And then what do we need?
We remember God when we become worse , please , but
 

We smoke , inhaling with this death
Those bitter moments , those pitiful reasons for our lies
But we smoke , we want to make it cool
Dying by the minute
After all, with this smoke , we do not breathe life