Текст песни КрисКирк - Пара печальных фактов

A herd of cattle around, you're not a friend, but I'm cool,
In free fall, I do not even put on his parachute.
And I was the one who was on both sides,
Soul pecking crows voice betrayed a whisper.

So far, oil crying icons,
The fourth year I live, outside his father's house.
Earlier people to me, even not become familiar,
And I was among, those empty rooms.
 
Thoughts flew out the window, smoke high ceiling.
And I'm sitting on the balcony, I stick the fourth year.
Podvonye stones were on the shore in sight,
But I had to start on each run on.
 
As it turned out, there should be another way, but
The fourth year of being a robot built portals in the room.
And my voice is at bat, rastavlennye in cycles,
He wrote about himself, a few sad facts.