Текст песни В'луже - сны

the end of my dreams
I propose an idea
end of my brain
I perish under the system
you do not wind will carry
you fill up hysteria
the end is when xolod
to the bone
so, what is next
may prompt
crack head
from overdose moix pranks
and we have so little
already left
and you can not see it
they see in old age
age problem
Oh what a disgusting
shouts from the roof turn
in the simple joy
and everything seems to be in possession of remains
but how many beers do not suck
liver was bent
for a few nights
make alcohol worship
hundreds of thousands of little things
fall right in the duck
and how to say
everything
it did not say in advance
Your life is a hat
direct visors
and I did not sleep for a long time
and I will not go back to sleep
I will not sing in the shit
and there is no falsehood
I'll tell you about death
freaks in kepkax Obey
moshpit dancing every
who do not sleep in the morgue now!