Текст песни биполярность - Интроасофилия или Опыт дурака

Again so hard to understand a simple
Jump into the sky and fly
Again it became early to darken,
I do not know what it is,
Probably, again winter ...
Empty notebook. Forever gray sky
I'm tired of your bikes about happiness
The meaning of life Scratched on the wrist
Yes, I chose it myself.

I am always inconclinical and not to the place
After all, my hobby is to skip everything interesting
My memory, my thoughts,
Forgotten the best years of life

No harmony, she is like
Which is hammering each like woodpecker
Forget your name, as long as I did not sleep
Around ourselves building all new walls
I could be completely different
I could write and songs better
But the old world where I lived destroyed
Let's admire the cold Ruins

Stupid rhymes and lines
Fill with your empty notebook
How to bring a suggestion to the point
Leaving someone funny riddle?

These windows of empty apartments -
Forgotten doors in a wonderful new world
Instructions for understanding life
Fool experience or key to insight

I remember that ever knew
And did not know. Who are we now, who were we?
Moth burned wings,
But more unhappy, fortunately, did not
After all, he found something better than
Wings that keeps it on earth
And does not give to die
And I
I am always inconclinical and not to the place
After all, my hobby is to skip everything interesting
As if this is something important and with meaning
But I never understand my thoughts

Now I am an experienced fool
But for some reason I did not see