Текст песни биполярное расстройство. - мой наркотик

die of bruises under your eyes,
my abstract sorrow,
I rashly learned all your notes
but the sense of something from this .. sense.
I didn't expect to wake up
and realize that it won't let me go
from the thirst for your presence.
let's not talk about life in general,
but about the meaning in general,
let's keep quiet at least today
because we were sick for a long time
all empty words
and we didn't want to obey,
Monday is a good day
seven pm is a great time
to finally die
from the bruises under your eyes,
you know it's too hot outside
from the pole of the sky,
and you're cold from absence
love man
too important
in your understanding.
you know, maybe
It's too late
respond to a missed mother's call,
it's not scary to be alone
but it's scary to wake up others
in your own bed
when I tried for so long
find at least yourself,
see in the mirror
the sunset of your youth
see in your eyes
minor notes of despair
and hate ... not for me,
but to the silence of my calm.
and yesterday you spoke about love
and what we can do
stay strong
despite the motives
my bouts of apathy
my drug is depression
and I fall into the deepest depression
the planets are not lost,
but reason
and I fall at the speed of sakura
into the arms of the snowy streets
along with cigarette butts
and complete disbelief
lost in myself.

die in the arms of the city
from fatigue, fear,
despair,
die in the arms of the city
and start all over again