Текст песни Клим Стронский - биполярность

and we don't know what will happen next,
Is it cold at home or warm outside?
boulevards of a huge city
or trails and puddles?
autumn cold
and we are alone again.
I felt joy
catching a love trip.
and the world shudders from our thoughts.
an exhibition of life in your eyes,
i have never met
yourself there,
but now I'm here.
and my goal is to stand
baiting from the "truth"
i see these lives
empty meaning.
in their glassy eyes
my protest, denial,
actions.
in their hands are cigarettes and a bottle of beer,
dried fish and unbearable fear.
but while I'm here
in the shackles of your loyalty
and uncertainty
share
with the evening city
your loneliness.
going back in time
and forgetting for a moment who I am,
going down to the bottom.

this is the last time
but
my will is in the palms
howls under the windows,
I close the window, the curtains,
staying with me
abstracting
curled up in the corner
life is pain
I will die in it.