Текст песни Помутнение - Продажи

Sales

My sky is Moscow
My air is dirty
My apartment is empty
There are many incoherent thoughts.
My light is dim
My doors with locks
My curtains are closed
People have become sellers.
Their sales are growing
Sales are everywhere
The girl sold her pride
Me, right at the entrance.
Sold death
For a couple of strangers
Now friends will see them
Only in photo albums.
I sold my luck
For a couple of acquaintances
They are very unlucky
They're all bummer.
My friends went crazy
My girlfriend hates me
My eyes are red
My schizophrenia is looking for an epithet.
I remembered I don't have a girlfriend
But I don't remember what day it is
I know the grass-eyed one will save
She will hang me on a belt.

© Haze, Niels