Текст песни svastonov - а я бы продал свою память...

And I would have sold my memory
Bartenders, waiters,
cleaners eatery,
Just not meet her again.
Autumn wind greeted me pain
but not more, on the dusty astonovkah
cut the soul cold, with the arrival of a new coach.
He again without you. Again I without you
I am doomed to suffer on the streets September
hunger.
And equally drained into an empty head,
parishes alcohol with cold
Memories
Our longing then picks up leaves on the ground,
I fall from every thought in a lonely room,
because you're not there,
Mentally I eat every passer-by,
And I bring to vomiting, a cooled oragnizma
And I would like to see you
But I focus my consciousness into another direction,
and mechanisms to make my brain hurt so much,