Текст песни Вера Полозкова - Кардиотерапевт

my great cardiotherapist
the one who put me this software,
teach me to be stronger than Lara Croft,
inaccessible than an astronaut,
do not die after each interview,
right at the entrance to the elevator,
not read to yourself all this monstrous
carriage of lies

how they open their stinking mouths
they say, "Well, sing to us, little bird, sing;
then get our filth and slander
our lack of evidence is dumb -
we would love to be like you so much
that I will devour you with the whole crowd;
you eat your own sense of righteousness
we are you "

the island of my treasures, my treasures, my lights,
my castle, my armor
make them find someone smarter
to choose not me;
every dream, my happiness, as soon as you wake up in it, -
in fact a rotten damn trap.

how they run to defeat me
grind me into powder;
how am I tired of convincing everyone
that I can die anyway -
and I’m hardly that clown
which everyone was so eager to see;
teach me to just wait for something again.
keep warm

congratulations my best sorry-only-friend
we could survive with
nuclear winter, equal to the strength of four hundred separation,
in acid, from which are white blisters;
the only horror is that the devils close the circle
I'm twenty-three
and who is looking at me from the outside -
the same one sits inside.
and in competitions in total solitude
we would share with you
the Grand Prix...