Текст песни Под Откос - сгораю

burn away

Coming buhoy, stagger,
Oblyuyus and decompose,
The insole of thought, turning,
As a washed-freak.
I do not seek,
The young are destroyed,
Initially I decompose,
No concept of anything.

And at night, burning in the dark
I fall to the floor, yelling, groaning in himself!
Nerve cells kill their confidence,
Dead, alive in me balance.

On gray days I did not have fun,
From mistakes I break,
On the roads of all the wandering,
As if there is no business.
Snot immediately dismiss,
Yes idleness suffer,
I am laughing, crying all
Touched mind.

Slavery in the body head,
Neto and happiness in you.
The sun is shining, we always
You are not the body, you're tops!