Текст песни ПЫЛЕSOS - 07 Полная чаша

In the case of well-being and
Tossed from side to side
The thread of life is bound
For the fate of a weather vane
Sugar sand in the eyes of the curved mirror
Snakeskin daily hassles
Fall leaves dead hair
Sliding the screen with black and white stripes
Traps hatred under the bed of love
All that's left of me
Lust and hatred
Fear and boredom
Cynicism revelation
And a full cup
Turbid drops of hope
Take off your clothes and will be like before

Do you want to go where the eyes
which can not be drawn where all
the music flowing on the back of sweat
gnashing of teeth and broken glass
happiness any inevitability
lose control of himself
existential worldview
in which you somehow still alive
wipe your eyes wipe inside your eyes
Do not count on no one do not count
just count the days

it is too late to take off the air
blow up themselves inside