Текст песни Вышел покурить - болезнь

Bed dirty, not washed the floor
I zaebany. your curls splashed somewhere under the windows
This garbage savvy, let my shoulders
From the beginning, he knew that it would be a misfire
light a candle for us, and I am set on
and all that was then no longer significant.
waiting like Hachiko now comes next
and then vario simple, do not let go of the soul
in the order of things, with the head in the rubble,
fun jumping through the sadness in the wrong slot,
the smell of autumn, gray hair around, I half dead, feet first someone will make
carried me with the smoke from his lungs, no desire to live,
but not vario breathe better fuck than to be pitched on the land
you replace hundreds Drags, no longer dry