Текст песни Юрій Іздрик - Синдром

There are more letters in my alphabet,
in my week - less days
you come like the sun, you disappear like the wind
and I do not have time for everything I wanted.

And I don't have time to catch, say,
and I cool off like a thrown heat.
who are you why you? which one are you what are you
what is my yesterday's primer for you?

You cleanse my numbers from meanings,
you wash away my notes in the rain.
I don't know you, I don't hear, I don't see,
but I just feel like an inner shit

Anxious and stubborn, wayward and wild
marsh grasses are your sisters
I don't feel like a man with you
and the edge of the road or the edge of the earth.

I wait for mercy, I wait for prey
scribbling stanzas and matches
I can want anything you do
and I can do the opposite.

I myself do not know what I can and want
and how long everything lasts.
and only so acute every day and every night
I feel like an inner shit