Текст песни кот наплакал - дороги

Our roads will be drawn along different directions of the city.
I want to call you and invite without reason.
Sweeping me unemployment and drunkenness,
Not constant ideas. Swollen a string of days
Reality will cover the film, I will become stupid.
Now one one with fate
Molbo does not give, take the struggle.
The man was headed in a bathrobe.
I spend the night in the hospital ward,
Fastened to bed.
Deal here yourself enough