Текст песни мори - 10000

my home - ten thousand cartons
beaten with a glass, with views of the lake.
you open the rusty door timidly
and stretching his hands frostbitten.
Mailbox usual hopelessly empty
phone bills not paid by March
of food - cigarettes and honey, so be it,
my breathing corpse will find tomorrow.
single lamp is on the floor
playing loud music half the night
Neighbors come, I told them that something be lying
about the fact that I was here for a very, very good.
down the stairs, the railing down
I go out into the street and around the home
I believe in what is right - and I was waiting for a surprise.
in my house of a thousand towers of paper.
no color, no smell, no dust on the shelves,
her settle here simply do not grasp why.
I'm not a boy that cried all & quot; Wolves & quot;
I was a collective image of the whole of humanity.