Текст песни Неизвестен - с кофе на альбом

I'm sick of dying in studio monitors
All the fights are repeated here, almost spring, but cold
I'll find a reason again, get to the bottom of a new photo
How many asked for one thing, but apparently don't give a fuck
Do you want some advice? After all, beauty is not in lipsticks and powders
True, why did I stretch out my hands again?
Just like everyone else, people have ordinary everyday life
You write to your friend in Viber, and I hang out in the studio! Aa
Ale, brother! Hello, and I'm fucked again
You come to me, I'm also here on the ground
And why are there no stores of broken hearts
I would give mine on the cheap to them like a second-hand tool
I am wildly blown away by all these depres
I don't give a damn who's right there, I could hold out until the morning
A glass poured to the brim, I took it without hesitation
Only time will tell now how it will all turn out

Let's go back with you for a minute
At a time when we don't have each other yet
Think both of us looking into our eyes
Let's say try again, or to hell with it!