Текст песни Мифовский - Черный человек Есенина

I did not climb for three months as a patient in a mental hospital,
Looking like friends all rats, and sent friendship to the dick.
I just have one step from life, and to convulsions.
I am apathy from inside as a laziness from boredom.

Familiar bored their fate is not far to the injection.
Close pislochasts behind his back, and your entire closure.
I left them in the hope not to run more behind the shore, and
Fuck me that in their eyes remained Dalbab.

Who will help you? After all, you are no longer in their circle,
And who should I blame? Except fate of his bitch.
Still in one, I write a biography for gloomy sounds,
I do not dream to catch somewhere fortune for the curves of her hands.

You are on the sky - a squadron of Wilhelm, the fireplace Prometheus,
I am a squadron, and from a parapet jump to the wind meeting.
Life as a Diogen barrel, we do not give guarantees our time.
Outside the commune to dwell, or be eaten by your own tribe.

We ourselves build around them the walls and fences,
Who walked, who aged at 17 under the guarantor.
To whom to be a marginal to whom to mow under the graph
From the corner to the angle, life is a figure that is multifaceted!