Текст песни миха панда - проклятый мир

and we are on the verge of stuck in these faces
losing color and attention
and we stuck from Monday to Friday
not having anything but apathy
and we have about the world cursed syakli
but still pull his hands to the world
I start releasing smoke into the soul
nicotine kill a horse
and maybe we have long been in hell
But we have to breathe in anywhere I go.

I go to the high-rise pounding rain
It washes away the filth of the world , and my pain
and thousands of thousands of people as ants
die in this routine for a pittance .