Текст песни Терни - Черные Полосы

I wake up I see black bars
They reliably keep my secrets
Wincing from the sound of his own voice
I'm talking to the walls that the recent fine for me
Hiding his thoughts under a pile of old rubbish
God forbid someone they stumble
Although this is unlikely to someone who needs it
Yes, and besides me in them no one will understand
I stay away as far as possible climbs
Collapses the lump under the covers
All day long toil of boredom
Overcomes a cunning devil
Women face the witch in your disguise
Heart to my gnawing crust
I do not see the difference between you
In all embodiments of you are all the same to me
Oh my, these black bars
Fear of loss within the sediment
Every morning, picking up his hair
Thoughts do not need some personal
It is strange - you do not want the street vyiti
Those friends can not see anyone
For days I keep telling how prayer
Lord, give me you hate

I'm in the way the dirt
I picked it up and smear the face
All sounds have turned for me into one
I hate you. . .
Can you hear me. . .

Say we have left?
What's left for me?
Is this what I wanted?

Let it be as it is. . .
Leave everything

© Drozdov AS 2002