Текст песни Николай Горшков - Записки самоубийцы

Waking up in bed in a cold sweat
Blood scars were looking on the body
But the life of the nightmare of nightmare,
She does not strike sliding blows.
You won’t be able to escape, the paths are blocked,
Sorry, playing cards are beaten,
Forgotten, nailed all holes
Lost connection with the human world.
With bony fingers death will clatter.
Sixteen hours or even fifteen?
It’s not long for you to have fun.
You think maybe I’ll take the gun?
No, it’s better to get a shot first
To meet your beloved sun.
It will not wait and go out with sadness,
The end of an instructive fable will come.

You didn’t lie when you told me
As to the eternal paradise we lost the way
Guided by the thought of finding Eldorado.
You are happy? Then accept the reward!
Broken glass of night trains,
A stream of endless street skirmishes,
Slums covered in dust and darkness
Fate promises to make everyone cancer.
Born to fly is doomed to grovel.
All he has to achieve.
DIY cultivate the field
Look for the back door to get into the wild.
Once you wake up, think - to hell!
You get the cutter, cut the aorta,
And, raising his head, drowning in blood,
You open the gates of the holy paradise.

Suicide notes
Who decided to shoot himself
Hang yourself, drown
Fall off the cliff
From fear suddenly come to be
In the rolling dungeon.
Laying the boundaries
Enemy chariots.

Can't learn
Fly like a bird.
Such eyewitnesses
They put them in hospitals.