Текст песни Анна Балашова - Одиночество

And every night, like death,
And I don't want home again.
Will be sled to the wall
And shout from loneliness.
Would go far
And there to choke madness.
I know it will not be easy
Neither tomorrow, nor to the full moon.
And every morning sleep,
Real before dive
That my hoarse house
Myself for a forgiveness.
And every my breath is my enemy,
And exhalation of distress
And thoughts will be prompted as ...
And the body spit on the consequences ...