Текст песни Панда - Цепи фрустраций

[Verse 1:]
My life - a series of catastrophes.
You go ahead, keep your eye on the transmitter.
Your idol long since died from living needs,
So without knowing all the faces without flattery and lies.

On my neck here frustrations chain
I did not want you to admit it,
It is useless to me without a purpose, wandering
On the wall be torn, with no applause.

I fly in the winter under a blanket Zinc,
After all, I'm so tired of breathing.
I put on a black cellophane bag
But I have from you a single step.

In my heart endless summer
But already there is precipitation.
And you're so fond squeeze of the iron arteries
I am without a trace.

[Chorus:]
I find it easier to burn,
How to put the whole world to its knees.
The chain on your neck, it's time to take off,
After all, you already impossible to believe.