Текст песни Jack Nance - Увы

Provincial cities Alcoholism -
Trepps on the nerves of the outstanding nearest.
I wake up, I hear your name in your voice.
With a sullen stone face looking for a refuge.

The rays of the sun bring to nausea
In the next lifting day, which will not leave
Not a single news on memory.
Why did he live me at all?
Why this week, month, year?

I hate my memory
For the fact that joyful days
She is very diligent
Me darkness corners of the apartment
Lighter seems like life.
I thought - it will be the opposite.

Alas