Текст песни Dmitry Smile - В 4-х стенах

And I closed the four walls of their Khrushchev
From the bathroom to the overdose of soap and rope
Abandoned dreams, but presses on the scale memory,
Not in favor of happiness here and behind the cry of the soul
And do not love mascara on the bottom of a glass, lying, cheating
Flattery, phrases, yes he cheated more than once
Soul trembling story but there is no truth in it
I am one of those who will not be in the rain under an umbrella ..
And then what, but not to settle aground
Minutes as the drops, but dropped without respite
The mirror is only the memory of a small boy,
Excess void in Minori, in the world of simplicity
Takeoff prevents ceiling! My monologue flow ..
There overdose energized prologue lie ... the whole story
You wait waiting Sarcasm it among the masses,
and I will stay here ... in his room number six.

And I closed the four walls of their Khrushchev.
From the bathroom to the overdose of soap and rope
Abandoned dreams, but presses on the scale memory,
Not in favor of happiness here and behind the cry of the soul
Breathe the story of the last frontiers on the verge of vulgar ......
Meticulous days of luxury ladies polls blitz!
Sick from those sick of you! From humbug!
Phrases metal on metal yes, but about concrete
Do you hear laughter, I hear a moan,
your desire to collect cardboard in the furnace
Thoughts in a pile so the bottom is burning down libido
Aegis or emotions, or tantrums metal-frame
until you grinning stung soul, wishing good
You coveted blood from me
I am from the blood rain ........................