Текст песни Максим Демах - Машина

All I can write about is pain,
But it is no longer. I turned pain to work.
God laughs at us, God takes on "weakly"
Every day I change myself on someone.

Little boy inside me
Grounding the eyes, thinks up to one hundred.
He will fight from fear, he is sick and weak.
He saw the car that I became.

This world will no longer forgive anything,
We will no longer return to the magical countries.
And, ultimately, the world will leave you alone,
Drink poison in a coffee shop and lick the wounds.

But a little boy inside me
Grounding the eyes, thinks up to one hundred.
He will fight from fear, he is sick and weak.
He saw the car that I became.