Текст песни ilya ROYCE - Мусор

They say bad marks can be washed off the paint,
but just then, my soul frame bend
everything is the past that should be forgotten
then to its residues are not forced to sob violently
for a long time it is time to learn to live without illusions
or head in the loop and tighten the knot tighter
I narrowed the circle of people, and with a heavy load of the soul
dropped everything sacred in the past now - rubbish
We forgot about the most important, at least to take the world on a string
the smile on the face and the soul quietly drooped
it makes no sense to conduct parallel lines
sympathy and fear thinned out and became extinct
I have hurt a little feel joy
You do not know how long it is left
all decided for us, do not glue the scraps of memory
it hurt pride, we fall down out of the habit