Текст песни Лола Грей - Все чаще

Increasingly, I hit it out of place ,
Increasingly I want in the wrong hands ,
Take the soul on bail ,
Otherwise - I offered it to the pawnshop!

I close here , I'm sad there,
Everywhere people I'm lonely ,
I do not dread the open windows ,
And far from melodramas !

What a tragedy in the soul -
Night fall again ... bad sleep ...
Sorry, not enough stupidity to fall in love ,
And to think in clichés ready !

Palit September rowan under the window ,
Cold fingers I do not warm vodka ...

I
Without love
Kiss , idiot ,

Violated the requirements of the axioms .