Текст песни H O M E L E S S - бездомные люди.

I'm tired of clinging to homeless people
All this reality is fiction to me
Come on, throw me out the window of the foggy city
Make me remember all the notes of your voice
And under the ribs wounds with splinters ache, look!
My heart hurts from lack of oxygen
Let's talk about verbs and remember the loneliness
Tell me who have I become in this world? By whom?
A pitiful hermit with self-loathing
I'm like that dog that was thrown away
I'll write you for the hundredth time "I'm sorry" because of the withdrawal,
In autumn I will leave the body without blood
Your warm hands will never warm me
And you won't see the smile that was addressed to you
The fifth week to spend the night at the pier with alcohol inside,
And say to yourself "without her, you die."