Текст песни Неизвестен - я бы бился головой........

I'd beat his head against the sky,
To knock out all the storms,
To knock out all the thoughts,
Hiding useless questions

I consider myself to be devoid of reason,
It has a mind of a thinking man
I think contraindicated
I, like a blind man who sees.

But I do not see mourning wreaths,
Only the lights went dark in the room,
Too quiet in my town.
No good is all that is visible.

I'm on the road trampled,
Before I went here for a thousand.
As to the fate of the hermit broken
from the heavy shackles jumped.

I probably tore with tufts
His pain from the mundane customs,
To my heart filled with scraps
And healed heart wounds.

On my path, strewn with needles,
I get dirty feet in the red.
Let useyu bloody spots
His soul - an empty, unhappy

And today I'm gray colors
Repainted all the thoughts, let him remember
all that was beautiful in life
This day I will remember for a long time!