Текст песни А.Кухтевина - Никому не нужная

No one wants

No one wants -
Just a thing of fate
With a cold voice.
Coffins flicker
Step by step. Street,
Buildings, Dead End -
Everything goes hunched over
Looks to the point - flare,
Eagerly so, not squinting,
But a shift in consciousness
Wild paranoia:
Tracking, stomping, screaming,
Something is ticking somewhere
Hour after hour, pain
Sounds: drunken violin
The dog is howling somewhere ...

The road is narrowed into the gap
Happiness rests on her
Nobody needed
Even to myself ...

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