Текст песни Dimaotvali, Moukka - Мне говорят

Have you seen these people? They are faceless
Their robes, hoods are my evidence, e.
They say to me: sad songs mister
What kind of pessimist are you? Why aren't you with her?
These eternal questions, like I'm not a TV show
And the only thing left for me to find is the scriptwriter, but:
Why do we need to know if our choice is real
Or the choice has already been chosen and what would you yourself choose?
When life taught me to be cruel, I must have been ill,
And I remember so badly what I saw in the yard.
Around me at home, where I am not expected,
They didn't like my choice and they all changed the way
But my road is the same, to Culture and back,
And again put off every holiday for a gift.
She's like the press to me
Decorates life, if everyday life is insipid,
Full of confusion, depression - the belief that we will be together
And from here there are so many sad songs.