Текст песни Вестник Бурь - Ирония

I'm two steps away from suicide
And in three of hopelessness
My nature pessimist
Gravitates to the edge legs

And I could say goodbye and
With a wonderful time probyvaniem
In the damp ground to dissolve the body
Leaving only memories

What a pity ! 'S scheme to raise
His fat ass with the necessary bed
Rope soap rub
What used to experience torment of hell

Oh, my God ! How I'm too lazy
Deliver me from these thoughts
Do not let me die
The senseless and useless networks