Текст песни Ах Астахова - я последний из

I am the last of those who carry lies under my heart,
who stabs in the back with a knife and consoles himself empty.
you don't love me - you don't. yes, well, well -
I am full of your contempt to the brim with your contempt.

I am the last of the wretched, of the weak and stingy!
I am one of those who accumulate all anger in lifeless silence.
I wrote you a complete verse of indifference,
I wrote you a meaningless verse - a verse about me.

do not read it I know. Yes, right - and don't read!
in this rage there are so many unnecessary phrases for both -
to my "well, whisper to me at least something", yours - "goodbye."
I look at your “don't look” without hiding my eyes.

we sit on the floor until morning, without changing positions,
Is it because both are afraid to drive away the peace?

I am the last of those who love you to tears
I am the last of those who love you - anyone.