Текст песни Lancelot - Депрессия

Rain and slush,
Sadness and boredom -
That's what gives me a new day.
I want to cry,
Taking your hand,
But I will not - I'm too lazy.
Again prohozhane roam the streets,
Firmly holding promoknuvshy umbrella.
Lucky ticket gathering dust in your pocket ...
Get to coat and move to the front.

You do not understand.
No. You do not understand
Who am I, and what used to live.
Drowning in the swamp
At the turn
That loop that is called life.
And someone kindly noose cuts
Small knife, releasing blood.
Rope slowly melts under the blade.
Here it is - your love.

Do not let go, hold my hand,
But you go, turning off the lights.
Black cat walking around.
This goes on for thousands of years.
Themselves
Drips tears
On the thin thread of guitar strings.
New needle
Looking dose
I thrust the spear into the veins ...

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