Текст песни Marsi.Star. - Грязь.

Tell me how you will, well tell me who you will be?
Wake up Marcel, from these dumb gray everyday life
The sun is outside the window, so everything will be in order
Why are the wheels of apathy in the hands again?
Why beer with vodka, why bong on the counter
Is this life so chaotic.
Yesterday work, money, friends on the black sea
And today you are sitting in a bar on neon.

Sunglasses, hide bruises
Red eyes, in the hands of a joint and matches.
Where did the one who wrote poetry to me disappear?
I'm sorry Marcel, you're down, you're covered in mud.
Extended roses, blood despair
Cold palms in weather by 30.
Mira street, coffee bitter, winston with a button
A little more and it will be too late.
Eight in the morning you have not slept for what day
You leave squiggles on paper with a pen
Zero inspiration, nothing to write about
The inner demons made you suffer.

Strangled kindness, hate all people
Lost interest in your favorite area no ideas

The sun is annoying, the clouds stir up fear
Hot avenue crypts, for your fun
Handcuffs, everyone dies in the sun
Who has shown some interest in you before

You despise love
You hate caring
Cold hearted
Not given by god