Текст песни Мария Петраш - прожигаю вены угольком не затушенной сигареты

charcoal burning through the veins is not zatushennoy cigarettes
to live up to the summer
and the sea
meeting dawns
Nietzsche's dream of the council about the life that is waiting for me on
without hypocrisy
and stereotyped patterns
without myths
about the beautiful future
cloudless, not ruining the soul
treplyuschem nerves,
no rain and gray routine days.
I want this
not alluring
not sweet - tart.
Alcohol would be good ...
intravenously
that would convulse
and after wake
instantaneously.
That ended in the summer.
All verses are sung,
finish the song.
and thought - stripped
they lick the heels of a cold
and the wind will recalculate all of the bones.
What a pity, because they are - not a frequent visitor
useless in my empty head.
the memory will only scar
lonely lying unevenly
near the veins on his left hand.