Текст песни УлиЦа ПраВды - Карамазовы

I'll never meet
You went by, and I did not understand.
And in retaliation maim themselves
Celebrates life and alcohol.

What am I here not there,
What am I, as everyone can not sleep?
As if on top of someone laughing
Above me - tears in the page.

Not only French novel open -
Karamazov brothers in arms.
From myself breaking out into the wild,
I remain, as always in the cold.

Something cracked savory crunch,
And freedom is empty, and not well.
Maybe in the mouth a drop of dust,
And to lie down with his head in the bath.

Get out of here delusional thoughts,
I eh not the great-grandson of Don Cossacks.
Not for me to leave this life,
It is better to throw myself with a sword in an attack.