Текст песни Асмолов Владимир - Одиночество

Once again the cup of my days
Fill the void to the brim
My drunken loneliness.
Then he cries suddenly -
It’s not clear why
Ile laughed wildly in the darkness.
What to do, if he so wants.

Like a deaf through the forest
Delirious in the metropolis
And I bear my misfortune on my shoulders.
Tell me who you want
Writhe under this burden
Dragging into your dull housing
His drunken loneliness.

I'm in a circle of gray days
Like in a deja vu carousel
I don’t know how and when I live.
But drunkenness is not a vice and grief is not a disaster -
There is something worse, gentlemen,
When the soul is so empty!