Текст песни Олег Хаславский - Да что уж там - сто раз терял себя...

Yes, that really there - a hundred times loses himself
And again found here and completely lost
My communal paradise my half-rotten tower
In which you can live a mortal life loving
Who - do not go crazy who - was not alone
Although the land is as the mother of many children
Who - not shied whole being in response to
Let the sound of the door or call
My lone paradise it as a jacket for growth
Itself will not survive - so at least grow
And the language of the soul even used to translate
All what she's sick - and night and fear and dampness
All that her nails and into the bone and the flesh
How good that the world is not kind and not cruel
As everything is calculated - and bird and hearth
And the cells - and science to sing and cry
My hopeless paradise taste on the eye to the ear
I try What is your meal
No sound flavored vapidity
And all just because that view is not to the extent of dry
But your sharp eye sockets Turkish
From the depths of the earth from the depths of the times
Oh, how reliable you like Bastion
Psychiatric Hospital
I - do not go crazy, I know too much
I still needed here - another or yourself
But what's the difference of their fate
I still judge instead of wondering
And my life shameful dragging
When there is no more about life and speech
I'm waiting like a dying doctor
With myself, I look forward to seeing
Like the mouthpiece of the pipe with the lips trumpeter