Текст песни Вишнёвый рай - плохие

people like me die as whores
tied to the bed
choking on their torment,
between the groans they shout: "Enough!"

people like me drink a lot and swear
in the hope that they will be heard.
they don't like everything in their life,
but they breathe evil to others.

people like us die around the corner
or roaring in a lonely apartment
and in their eyes they often read:
"I've never been loved."

people like us only wanted happiness,
but the world burns from the inside.
and, quietly sniffing in a cold bed,
like us
die.