Текст песни Para Bellvm - Неделя добра

heavy dreams, stupid night, the stench of cigarettes
took out a question: "Tell me, how old are you?"
sympathetic glance, caring each other Moore
probably they have already begun a week of good

and I should not console ourselves that -
someone worse than us
worse than we

artificial light, someone else's lost heat in the morning
What do you care about my loss?
poster on the corner, "do good things"
unnecessary prolongs the life of a week of good

Love - an ugly thing,
try not to plunge
iron collar and chain -
together with them hide
slobbery jaws looking for your body
wherever you come - the terms of a solid love ...
heavy dreams, stupid night, the stench of cigarettes
took out a question: "Tell me, how old are you?"
sympathetic glance, caring each other Moore
probably they have already begun a week of good

and I should not console ourselves that -
someone worse than us
worse than we
better than we