Текст песни Яkорь - Синдром смертельной усталости

You come to my office,
Cold and hunger got the better of him!
You there warm and comfortable,
He was shot for trying to escape!
And here you turn on your computer,
He takes scrap numb fingers!
Dreams about money and fame,
Its the same dream - to be a slave !!!

Syndrome, a deadly fatigue syndrome!
Heap it to his weakness,
His pity for her!

Just days before the paycheck,
Spoon flour in cold water!
Plans for the weekend,
Steel lattice around everywhere!
You become much more practical,
Ugly scars, bandages on his neck!
Ridiculous and self-assured,
After all, on the site of a slave all the time was you !!!

Syndrome, a deadly fatigue syndrome!
Heap it to my weakness!