Текст песни Петя - Хроника вечных недосыпов.

Lack of sleep is an eternal chronicle,
It's like I'm charging through my veins.
Sharp, small, thin,
Moving away from yourself, gradually.

And the eyes are not closed, red,
Everyone can see, but not very clearly.
They tell me it's dangerous
Well, then let them go to hell.

I drink black tea in liters,
I hardly believe in good morning.
Almost believe i'm doomed
I write sutras on napkins.

Around the faces are sullen, gray,
The gazes are gathered underfoot.
Either life has completely become a bitch,
Either everyone has lost their kami.

Work for days to live
Starting to live in order to work.
Give others such a fate a thread
Birds will make a cage from the nest.

Eternal chronicle of lack of sleep
Leaves, not believing the dawn.
Apparently someone didn't give me enough sleep,
Dreams for this summer.