Текст песни Ro.B. - А ты опять, все так же лечишься.

And you again, still treated
The smoke of gunpowder and the dust of the road
Rushing from dawn to dusk
Gathering all the harpoons along the way.

I, again, in the kitchen, with tea,
Sweet-sweet - so throat sugary;
All the same, they say, I miss you wildly -
This feeling is lovingly absorbed.

You still sin with the unknown
Passing hair through fingers.
You are my boy who put crosses
Between the world again brought out the strip.

I'm still screaming "Go to hell
Mine is not mine, so why do I need all this? ",
And then, as usual, “I'm dead,
I’m sending greetings to you. "

You're still rushing past the house
Whispering absurdity and biting dry lips
Still think, "here she is, outside the doorway,
Which "I will not let you go anywhere. I will not forget."

I will not forget. I will not throw it. I won’t let it out.
Will not give it back. I'll take it. I assure you.
I will not take you ... Come on! Do you hear
You come back ... I beg you.