Текст песни Объятиясознания - недопустимый идеал

And what to do, when you want to sob, but you can not let a tear?
As if the block in the head is subconscious ...
This is winter...
And I am a boy who signed himself in himself.
He who has lost an understanding among the environment.
He who writes about oblivion ...
About what is not left in the world of something unknown.
Lost.
Meet me again doors at home.
In total sweated.
Knocking this planet, surrounded by malice.
My sad ashes sprinkles me ...
I'm not angry ... Slightly serious.
And you do not pay attention to points in messages.
This is the power of habit.
Castle to something kind of good not hacking my laundry ...
By intersection of the lumen in clothing, we finish the path on the platform.
I have no desire to live without a hot drink.
Existence under the guise of "white crows".
Stops and stations along the eye fly.
Fall the last leaves with trees grown.
Stop. This is the last floor.
Roof. Snow at eyelashes.
Cold fingers ...
No, I do not want to die in the arrays of the capital.
I do not want to just see these monotonous faces ...
Falling the NIC Maybe just below.
But although there is no ...
I change my mind and ladies on her "I love" a discreet indifference answer,
As if it was catching myself.
Yes, loyalty throughout life is an invalid ideal.
From land to the moon and back ... on this route would fly with you,
But missed the timeline
Where it was necessary to hide myself from the cold under the cover of barbed blankets.
I do not understand: why and what I am writing ...
I just want to pour what I feel ...
But at the same time, without feeling anything ...
Neither pain nor disappointment, no one, often mentioned, suffering ...
Just emotions boil in the subconscious
And I, painting them in the notebook,
I think only about the very non-existent sincere understanding.