Текст песни Yahya Kasumov - 7 Часов Утра

my hands are tired of holding your (sadness) chest
we dreamed of going to sea
(now I am your ballast) you go to the bottom
moaning walls every night
but the pain is already
I drink in the kitchen every time
stronger and stronger
I rush endlessly in a rush from you and myself
I made a mistake in this life, in the delete folder forever

cold sound, wake up around seven in the morning
you are lying nearby, in your head: "better go away"
sixteen panels, Khrushchev grotesque
concreted heart cracked here

purple sky sleeping area
how would you hate - this is your home
I became like our kitchen, we are going here
Yellow, gnawed, smoked whole
Light dim lamp, mint tile
I'll take off my mask here, no matter who I am.