Текст песни ХХОС - FREESTYLE

Tired of everyone, cut the sound
I cut the light, cut the bough
I’m cutting the screen, I’m cutting myself
Eyes hurt and a tear flows.

Let go home (let go home)
Tired of already fighting for a place under the Sun.
It has long become a hole,
And there the Myrmidons rot in armor.

I do not need much -
Give me the barrel and it has one cartridge.
I don’t need much, don’t need much - (not not)
Bring me to your senses, pour me to the brim.

I do not need much
- tell me that I'm still alive!
Hey, tell me I'm still alive.
Rot in the eyes, tongue ulcers
- revenge for the fact that I'm still alive.

Tired of everyone and don’t know how to live.
The dishes are beating, the knives are crying.
I'm happy as if I was someone else
I am happy to swallow a rotting world.