Текст песни Психея - Пустая Голова

Cold corpse of empty hopes
Cheap story about nothing
This is my gloomy epilogue
Reproaches in the back, laughter of the ignorant
Sleepless nights a hundred tons
Send to the abyss - this is the result.
I'm not grumbling and not looking for easy ways
Though my century is dirty and cruel
I just want through the lace of the night lights
Your own soul flower

In the eyes of the crystal sadness
I continue the way
Walk barefoot over the coals
Who knows what will happen next
And how many days
What is left for me?
Agony of the eye and fresh wind
And the buzz of wires in the chorus of songs

Here is a cigarette, here is a fire
Gingerbread in your pocket, whip in your bag
Inside the motor and nerves harness
I didn’t know that sometimes
Page of days
It’s so difficult, but the essence is clear

In the eyes of the crystal sadness
I continue the way
Walk barefoot over the coals
Who knows what will happen next
And how many days
What is left for me?
Agony of the eye and fresh wind
And the buzz of wires in the chorus of songs

And the noise in my empty head
And a bullet through the cold dawn
And the noise in my empty head
And a bullet through the cold dawn