Текст песни Podyshnova - Я кажется больна...

You know, Mom, I think ill
Do not touch the forehead, there is no temperature
And to be honest I would have drunk wine
This strong, drove to the cheekbones.

No throat does not hurt, and I do not mёrznu
No need to aspirin, do not tea
For some reason I began to hate the vёsny
And autumn - cold, foliage, sorrow.

No, go to the doctor, alas no avail
It is still not put the diagnosis
It would get a huge needle
And just as the vaccination should be left.

And to help all sign under cold
Without knowing what is inside, and that the heart
What is sometimes broken crockery
Sometimes in all the cabinets open door.

Psychologist? perhaps unlikely at the
I doubt that will understand what is the essence of
I would be easier to explain that "all right"
Go home and sleep as much as possible.

Do not doctors, pills, injections
The soul hurts, and pours like perfume
She sometimes sings, you know, solo
About how bad without his hands.