Текст песни Грустный Лис - Суицидальный Обмудок

V1
In the atmosphere of forgotten happiness
Knowing hundreds of detours
We talk to each other "how are you, hello"
Forgetting about sleep and food

We are in social networks Rastan
Or bathtub filled with blood
Like an ice cube in the end of May
And all of us will be called abnormal,

Strange, stupid, arrogant, strёmnymi
But we know that it is not so
Sitting by a psychiatrist at the reception
Squeezing all the rage in the fist

Click, clack, shot, tears
As in the movie snotty rain
Splits all our dreams
And we sat and cried together

R:
I'm suicidal obmudok
Zalizhi cuts on my wrist
I know that together we seemed to die
And then again, "hello"

You know what I do not like to admit that was wrong
Otherwise, how to wind
Rather than try to fix everything again
It is best to drink, and be killed

V2
We wake up as if the next
As if we did not leave
Examine srach cursory glance at the room
In search of booze that since yesterday left

And I do not know if I can hold out
By the end of the fucking week
I get up out of bed and go wash
Staggering, hardly a soul in the body

In a mobile phone couple missed
Just ancestors again called
Friends do not write. They do not want to listen
Sad, stoned, drunk moron

And you know, whether near the trunk
I'd have pulled the trigger
But fuck, I forgot myself again, slept
And late in the first lesson

R