Текст песни Мокрица - Быть другим

I'm sorry, I did not like you wanted,
I wish you the room, though he went on perekor.
Forgive me for my character and for the words that burned like a wound,
In them I saw a statement myself in front of you.

Give me time to change, to understand ourselves,
To believe that I am not Woodlouse,
For myself able to stand up.
I was able to open up and be quite happy,
I do not want to be woodlice live in cracks in the damp wall.

You do not understand me, otherwise I look at the flown days.
Time is running out, so little time,
It became easier to just talk to you,
Hold me by the shoulders, I try to be different.