Текст песни Shootki - Мозги

Sunday evening and again there is no maze what to do with yourself
I would like to know soon what is the matter
Why torment yourself like that, because you can just go to sleep,
But do not want to strain your sick body.
I’ll come home in the evening, put my brains on the shelf,
I’ll spit and dust away the dust from them, all the same, they are no use.
I can’t sleep, again the heat presses on my chest
The neighbors behind the wall thump
But the thought of peace does not give that tomorrow the day will pass again
And I will think about what I know.