Текст песни Andrew Wotson - Скука

the system breaks down rods to someone
throw your face,
bitterness with Smoot,
grief sooner or later visits,
all for fun
stebetsya a miserable stalks,
that lay down the wind
 itself loaded,
although in the ointment,
stale reek of boredom,
Boredom is a parasite
nivyvozimy mode Caroso bitch
unflappable, vrodeby Doce was I,
whence sorrow and pain
whatever her even dignify,
I did not think her visit to call
crept negligible,
Council tied up in knots,
rastavleny to places all like puzzles
I am kind, from what is so evil thoughts

from what a thought so wicked times
because at home I sit and spit at the ceiling