Текст песни птички в глитче - строки, выжатые из меня

How hard is
All this dirt is squeezed.
Frequently asked the question "Who will clean everything?"
Walls squeeze my body, like a pimple,
After all, this room is already saturated.
The air is light. And already in my head there is something,
What then can you read the microphone.
I flew from music for so many times
But she pursues me, no matter how much it was hiding
These phrass are stray again,
To all this at least someone listened.
Each release from the campaign is assembled,
And yet, if you listen, it means someone needs.
rhyme rhymes pouring, row per line,
Here is one rule: close the doors behind you, "
As Roma said: "Every time, as the last",
Well, what, I stay and continue to write this nonsense.