Текст песни Fr1man - очаг заражения

So sad in my soul, from what is happening
Everything seems to be in order, only thoughts are running out
There is no desire to develop, although I know the bar for myself
A thousand doubts torment me from within.

Instead of stepping aside for specific changes
As always walking in place, I'm a hostage, a prisoner
Himself and no one is to blame
We need to start and then I'll be fine.

Nicotine plus alcohol helped me for a long time
Forgetting problems by dissolving them in the mind
This weakness is for lazy people who cannot fight back
Life routine that leads the wrong path.

Wake up the hero in yourself to give a push forward
For victories and difficulties that are not far from.
Do not need help consulting a doctor
You just have to start - an infection outbreak!

WE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR HABITS
GLORIOUS FATE - GLORIOUS LOOT
FOCUS INFECTION - WAKING OUT OF course WORTH
RESULT-REWARD, THE REST IS EMPTY