Текст песни Грустная Двустволка - Вечером

Easily succumbing to hostile criticism
I will cross out the oversights with a bold line.
I will not return to them, there is not enough strength,
Strength, desire, loneliness.

I casually throw doubts into the trash can
I can't describe accuracy
Just an image out of monotony
Select, isolate, render.

I'll have to grow up one day
Throw out a speech on a glass bottom
Take a shoe on credit, a Cinderella as a wife,
How did it all go, how can it be?

I can not love. I do not know how not to lie.
Instead of love, alcohol and bed
Lies instead of truth, instead of letters, printing.

I walked alone through the outskirts of the city
In search of the meaning of existence.
Suddenly I saw in a gray building
People go to the identification.

Their pale faces glide by
They probably don't need to know about it.
Maybe a meeting at Novodevichy,
Next morning, next evening.

I can not love...