Текст песни Movec - Дурдом

Today you look in the mirror
You will hate yourself
And the whole world
Parents have become your neighbors
You didn’t even have time to move away from them
'Cause age is so small
But is this a verdict
What is not a day, then a scandal
The cry of the soul locked
And tell how to live
With experience in 40 years
But each of them
Inveterate homebody
And you smell like wine, cigarette smoke
To give them a hint
Live on my own
But they will not understand you
They say that you are sick
You are not a daughter and ailment
You have a mess with your head
After all, something is wrong with you
Boska moved off the hinges
They yell, you're in tears
Close the doors in the room
And I need an answer
They are ready to spread rot
Because you are not like everyone else
More specifically not like them
You're out of the family
So a bunch of problems
There is only one way out for them.
Call to the psychiatrist
Pack faster
Waiting for you outside the window
White pill driver
What will take me to the madhouse at that hour
You count the steps one by one
And drop the tears on the floor
Girl at a loss
But still, her relatives are shoving into the salon
I would like to pull the trigger
And kick him a bullet in the weight
After all, he’s taking my girl to a madhouse
By car with a red cross
But I stand on the side of the road
I look at the trail swallowing sand
My girl is taken to a madhouse
I could not do anything with these
She will not be able to
If this city is a farmyard
Who is the vet?
It smells like alcohol in the cabin
You didn’t think that the driver
May be stubborn
Well, such a robot, it’s difficult for him
After all, everything you need to justify
And they understand him
But for them you are mentally ill
Threat to society
You are an ambulance patient
You will be guilty even
If he knocks passersby
After all, something is wrong with you
Boska moved off the hinges
Girl will never be the same now
From time to time they clutched without sleep
From the washed walls
Girl will never be the same now
No one to tell
Emotions at zero
Girl will never be the same now
Take a course or two
Ready new man
But the girl will never be the same now
You count the tears one by one
While he takes you to a madhouse
I don't know how to free
And therefore
"Hear the driver, take it with you."

To the madhouse, To the madhouse, To the madhouse,
Take me with you
Together with the girl, what are you taking to the loony bin