Текст песни Черна - Ведь эта музыка не достучится

Me all beckon your eyes, and you make me rvesh to shreds
Empty street - well, as always you mayakuesh mail
Stupid people are fleeing from the problems they hurt, disgusted and sick
I do not understand, tell me again why you're drunk you go at night
Chorus:
That music is not dostuchitsya me bitch, I can not sleep at night
And you go for a walk, duck go walk, and my task is over can not sleep

All of these questions: Why? Why? They do not need no answer
The question is how? You just forget about it.
My glowing eyes will be maroon-red, do not, do not let go, better to give a hand.
Conclusion: do not write someone else's text and not "pick them up" there is something