Текст песни Нервы - Мы курим, хотим, чтоб было круто, умирая по минутам

But so sad
In the three - room apartment
And flat screen TV
No longer privlikayut ,
The most miserable in the world.
Nerves and cigarettes.
Not a lot of alcohol is
Opposite of plastic windows
In a chair thrown out
He lives a simple hobo
He writes his own songs , about the scandals in these windows
About kilograms of ashes.
Saga but

& quot; We smoke , inhaling with this death those bitter moments ,
Those pathetic reasons our lzhy
But .
We smoke , we want to make it cool , dying by the minute, but at the same time we do not smoke breathe life ... & quot;

Entrances subsistence smoke
refined flour
And in this world easier
And so it is necessary to justify parkas
As if it is easier
Not really.
But what ?
What then can we
If we are so hard to quit
And then what do we need?
We remember God
When we become worse , please .