Текст песни юностиплач - хрущевки и резаные руки

All my relationships are only in the past tense
I hammer a joint I drink I break a bottle on the dark
And I can’t live like that for a very short time
each of us and you flawed asshole
it all ends one day patience bursts
go along the blade like this
I'm in Khrushchev with cut hands
It’s not a love story like in a murakami novel
it's Khrushchev and cut hands
This cry of youth will not help either the psychologist or the instructions of wisdom
I am in Khrushchev around the cut hands
the blade is dull on my tendons
I am not spoiled, but mine I am by you
Beaten and trampled underfoot
I spit on your feelings
how each of you on mine
I can calm myself by fucking or hurt myself
a knife in the back blade in the hand what we have to see