Текст песни Маркус Лёгкий - Тухлая свекла

You think you need her
you think that without her there is nothing
Twists and turns a muddy whirlwind
But in fact, all this is slag.
You are confused, you think about her
It's just some kind of horror
Something stinks beets go out
It's time to throw it in the trash,
Down with troubles, a little attention
To horrible thoughts, let them cry
It will pass, it can be worse
This is bullshit and nothing else
Tomorrow you open your eyes and see
Space and freedom for something new
You will remove the cloudy curtain
There is no point in protecting the rotten stuff

Today I'll take it to the trash
And again it will be possible to pick your nose
B the sky will be the same, and women around
And there will be hands and feet and no agony

No, how can you
Maybe you are to blame
Maybe you ruined everything yourself
You seem to be trapped in the grip of these thoughts
The air is compressed, there is nothing to breathe
Attacks of self-criticism flood
But the fire of love, alas, is not eternal
It's a tricky game like in politics
Matter of habit, took away the sweet
"Only she understood me"
As long as she needs to understand, she will
The habit of searching was just dozing
She won't heal, no it will
Beetroot, if it's gone, no need to regret
Throwing stones is also not the case
Forget it and go and eat some spinach.

Today I'll take it to the trash
And again it will be possible to pick your nose
And the sky will be the same, and women around
And there will be hands and feet and no agony