Текст песни скептический - sagem

Stopping alarm clock deeply immersed in formalin
And swim up to top I miss the strength
My friends are just stains from ink, but they are true
Unlike those who betrayed me and forget ...
I consider stars, I have already reached a million
And in the award I have your kiss in the coolness of dusty rooms
Need more alcohol so that everything is burned inside
Need more wounds, then you need more salt ...
Oliver Sax will no longer get rid of ailments
Pain in the head as inside it is piling
I do not squeal, forever pale, something like Dzhanki
Something like a punk, send hello to your "seventy"
On the screen among Ryabi my Wyoming under the AIDS
In the bedroom under the phenozepam, just slowly burns
Serenely soaring the hysteries diamond
Burns nerves, breaking like cookies plans ...

Trams again carry me in infinity
Where every day brings injury
Where all have long been tired of boring species
The loop on the ceiling decided to make a pantomime
Hands like hard rags, just bitted cold
In the city of Eternal Holodomor
There is no faith in the future, all the same was the rights of Old
I wake up again in the Underworld