Текст песни Станция Мир - Болезнь

Pills, tears, books
I die in March
Not the best month to go into the shade
And the corridors are empty
Hospital siesta
A day goes by in such motion

You know the sun is shining
And only for healthy
But why is it easier for me without him?
And the speed of response
Gives me no secrets
Like, everything is fine, even good.

And the nurse is an infection
Where does so much poison come from?
You'd better tell what's what.
What colors are in fashion?
And how is it in nature?
Or maybe I don't want to go there?

Roommates
Lie in their beds
They remember what happened for lunch.
From medical disputes
I'm going crazy soon
No one will give me the most correct advice

My disease goes on without pause, bitch
My illness does not recede
My disease goes on without pause, bitch
My illness does not recede

Do you slash - is your heart beating?
But tears the veins
Perhaps I have a couple of days left.
Well, yes, I drank, but in moderation
Always suffered for the cause
And much less sniffed the glue
I hide my cigarettes under the checkered blanket
The only thing I can take
Whoever invented the springs, they would also be in the back
Let me try to sleep at night

Spring comes in sneakers
And I ran off mine
My distance is ward / toilet
You see, thoughts are cramped
I will not find a place for them
Take them as my last hello

Rains, chestnuts, birds,
Bicycle spokes,
Colored glass and sea sand
Your perfume is on the shelf
English needle
Bed, toy, windowsill and flower

My disease goes on without pause, bitch
My illness does not recede
My disease goes on without pause, bitch
My illness does not recede