Текст песни Смысловые Галюцинации - ...оно не скучает, оно умерает от скуки...

The path from the point to eternity,
Words are not considered,
Disease perfection,
From it, and drink too much.
Beauty predictable
Anger is justified,
I thought it was all over,
But again, everything is new.

Mind ever win
Something made to pull myself together,
I wonder at the sky sin,
It does not miss,
It dies of boredom.

I knew,
With all this going to end,
With all happen
The whole price loneliness,
Otherwise, it is impossible.
Scary weakness,
It is terrible to wake up,
Happiness in the vast,
I have to touch it.

Mind ever win
Something made to pull myself together,
I wonder at the sky sin,
It does not miss,
It dies of boredom.

Mind ever win
Something made to pull myself together,
I wonder at the sky sin,
It does not miss,
It dies of boredom.