Текст песни May Flint - Утопленник

Confused in your own film
consisting of different women, beverages and books,
I catch in my hair, as if in a network blowing from the sea a cold northern wind.
The sand greedily clings to my legs,
As a celoded boy grabbed the sleeve of a rich aunt.
I confused the former courage being on the climb and, as it turned out,
It is too difficult for me to fight with fate. And I am not me, but someone else.
I broke, I am deaf, I am, I am a plywood for the fire of my own faith and youth.
I do not have a whole, only cavity.

And remember how smoked one and, without any vulgarity,
I kissed thin shoulders with a sypret whisper,
Slowly moving to sleep? I forgot that spring.

Mind at the waves in captivity.

Cute, sure, my life .. No more strength.