Текст песни SlowOne - Семь утра

If you think a lot, you can get lost,
With a sore head wake utretsa.
From this there are no medicines, it is a shame the way,
Just thinking so much better not nado.Ladno?

It was seven in the morning, when the closed eyes
Judging by sobs, I do something I not said.
Further, all of the scenario: short beeps,
Handkerchiefs and bags under the eyes.
Time passed slowly, if at the shoulders bag.
Candle poem I quickly said, and left.
Then I thought a lot about it,
Mats berth, because never was ekstetom.
But a thought came to nothing lead,
Razve that two sheets scribbled consumption is not great.
Razve that complaints about these voices in my head,
And I know that this one person.
I do not remember that in a glass glass or ice?
And now it seems clear why so mnutri burns.

If you think a lot, you can get lost,
With a sore head wake utretsa.
From this there are no medicines, it is a shame the way,
Just thinking so much better not nado.Ladno?