Текст песни Сам Давыдов - Сгораю

Friends, I think burning!
I feel like burning eyes.
My soul does not like starvation,
And here it in excess and in full.

Friends, I think burning!
Concrete rips my guts.
I leaf through the fingers of the covenant
and all can not hear the silence ...

Friends, I seem to get sick ...
Excuse me, that hurt weak.
I do not like here, where faith
Only hypocrites and thieves.

Friends, I think burning!
Tent burns in my chest
Those who lived there: run, cry ...
Those who live - carry water.

Friends, I think burning!
Ears only hear the evil ...
Return to the fashion of compassion
And in the heart of the plant is good.

Friends, I think burning!
From cigarettes numb brush ...
Hot steam exhale
His helpless life.

Friends, I think burning!
Breath hot say:
"All right, sit down on the edge
And something of the old sing "

My love, I think burning ...
Sweaty hands from the heat.
Do not you notice ...- cool down
And I confess to you in love.