Текст песни Gast - Гаснут огни

I was crushed again as alcoholics bottle
I fall under the eyes and burning like the stars
But I can not be a star, I'm on a micro scale
Obscene polite, decent bitchiness.

Do not touch, it hurts me, I'm such a bad
I do not catch the kisses, but catching insults
Corrects me - I was not the right means
Well, I'm sorry, it's Sunday.
You are cool, yes, even I put Like
But I do not put in the category of neebicheskih
On your tuxedos, I'm an ordinary t-shirt
I ask a rhetorical question here.
After my garbage line, is not it?
Everything is clear, of course, what to talk about
I can not smile or cry
I will put mats in rows - catch.
The lights are. I Gast, or whatever
With microphone cn retire
I set out on a course just the facts
I go to bed, what else is left to me? ..