Текст песни ЧуДеSA - Не успел

I pour two glasses of freedom
over the edge without sparing solution
drink to break steel shackles
that would feel living space
I will now become easier and easier
without medication gray melancholy
restraints and strong fabrics
no longer feel the vise

I was in the fourth season
I put a trap for Sadness
because there is no bad weather
all the bad things he invented
for depression is no more space
for my tatty table
and die in loneliness songs
sing along with the evening rain

I pour two glasses of freedom
for themselves and for one that came
not had time to tell her that the free
I called the death of a