Текст песни Рвань - Выстрел

The dying brain
Hardly suffers an infection,
Instead of feeling just swell,
Indifference like
Arctic cold
All good things to forget.
love warms
Until the last minute,
But now she was dead and.
Each step along the ground
This terrible torments
They are full of life from birth.

Chorus:
The gun in his hand unsteady
Grohnetsya shot in tishineee
If life will not be long
So death for me.

Once in a vise,
Hopeless life,
As in the swamp nyrnesh head.
On the bottom of the swamp
Up the road is closed
But here is not the first to die.

Chorus.

I will not seek
For myself the meaning of life
The prospect is very clear.
Better myself
No hard feelings and whims
Disappear into the world of everlasting sleep.
I'm gone for good,
To return
On completely forgetting the pain and fear.
Himself guilty of all
And there is no reason to be offended,
Life was in unskilled hands.

Chorus.
Losing.
The end.