Текст песни 4.48 - Уроды

the boiler of happiness does not cook, nothing comes out
fear is a lonely ghost
and it's not that there is not enough freedom
the thing is that you and I are freaks

the world is such a fierce battle
there is no peace even with myself
we are alone despite the crowds
it remains to get drunk, because we are freaks

like everything is fine, live - enjoy
in silence and light, like in the sea, swim
jump into yourself, like over the edge of the sky
but we are not capable, because we are freaks