Текст песни Типси Тип и Zambezi - Отравили душу, я её не слышу

Zambezi - Better

Poison the soul, I did not hear
Climb to the roof, that can see
I breathe to full lungs free
Wave your hand after migratory birds
They fly to the south leaving their homes
Leaving me on a gray background rusty November
All of the roles, and I slept again
Behind the door was also assembled a suitcase
Four parties to choose any
It's like shooting in the dark, the blind
I tried to think, but thinking left
Head like a sieve pierced by bullets
As coals barefoot without pain
Under tired perhaps, it is time to change passwords.

Better a bullet in the heart and not to think never
It would be better in the winter in the warmth of warm, why wait for summer cool

Poisoned the world, to reflect forgotten
You pay about the feast, but all products have rotted
Under the layers of dust on the book shelf
Hopelessly waiting when they get into the hands of
From abandoned stone circles on the water
The evil in the hearts of people, myself help
On the cross, crucified remains of logic
Flames over them moths
And do not say goodbye, say hello and
I'm not here, I do not waste power for nothing
Search is not necessary, the track is simply
Came out of the fight, it is necessary to gain strength.