Текст песни Lonely Tramp - Мимуары наркомана

Suspicious contents in your pocket
I was so beckons in dope
I walked a couple of miles
Style is not intended to calm
Dust flew clubs
On the sidewalk I go
Minsk's face waves
At the root of impregnated pairs
Those that vskroyut brains
People call addict
Although not die from boredom
Dark socks put
And do not forget about the crosses
To himself at this time
Somehow I am saying
Maybe I'm just a moron
Honestly I do not know
Himself the matter
Like a request attempts
Feelings I do not cherish
Pleased with only friends
Life - is such a thing
It is impossible without holidays
Only these holidays
Why does not suffice
This routine is gray
My soul oppresses
Falls from heaven to earth
And direct fire in the mud
Whatever I wanted to do
Communication has broken
So I wandered and
In search of happiness fucking
I think happiness in love
But let me down Nastya
Abstain
Not embodies the dream
Because of this, more and more often
Alone walk
hesitated humility
And the silence of the mind
Do not rush to grow up
Mom told me
I listened but it is not
As it happens
Children from adult happiness
Just grab habits
Life - a strict teacher
And frightening awareness of
As I'm going to live on
Without parental effort
But I hold out hope
In the meantime, we must learn
Feel free to pass on the edge
So in order to not fall into the abyss
Eyelids lifted
And the movement began
But do not expect
What will come to the station
I waited an hour
Better do not drive
I do not disappoint
This is the start, not the final
We experience the power of will
Fortress ears
Crunch in the teeth pounded salt
Koli many other
Well you laugh
Do you feel better for all
From the crowd not stand out
Just arrive success
All evil will try to
Squeeze the juice from the good
Claws tear against the tide
It was not born yesterday
It turns out like
But notice the minority
As long as the sail is not will tear
Proplyvёm through shit
I have not lived at Waterloo
But you have not lived as I know
We do not need to tear the ass
All too created in China
Understanding more
I need to basically
With white roads
We will understand the rest
And others will wait
As long as they pass by
Funeral hearse
And with them will take all
Well, I'm not an idiot
I will be on the end of ashes
Between these
The world will not be so faint
My mother gave birth to a hero
Well grown addict
But I have not yet grown
And it did not become so
That would not be looking for but still
Vienna taboo for me
Previously, the time seems
I do not want to be in a coffin
Drown in the flow of life
Yes, no one will notice
As if on a photographic film
SCOPE face shine
I am not Napoleon
And not a boy from Tambov
And the last line
I finished a good word