Текст песни Четыре Таракана - Песня о жизни

Cold wall under the white wallpaper
From idiotic thoughts in the head of a mess
The doors are closed for me here and will always be closed
Confused thoughts fly into the windows but water flushes them away

There is hope and fear in hunted souls
But soon they will turn to dust
Everyone was overwhelmed by the cycle of affairs
Just don't bother me, I'm not ripe yet

Who can tell me where I was born
Who will tell me where to die
After all, this life has meaning
But I don't give a damn about it

This life of idiotic sleep
Hands tremble and eyes are empty
One of them has already renounced, and I have not yet
After all, in the place of this garbage can still smolder into the light

I remember this song from childhood
I learned these words by syllables
They say it's schizophrenia
But I saw it myself

You can call it schizophrenia
But I saw it myself