Текст песни The Моветон - Питательный бутерброд

I came up with the black tale,
To make it, to believe in nothing,
And then I painted them in a notebook,
To be dreamed about.

Every day before going to bed I prayed,
To make it for that fight.
I prayed longer and longer
And now forgotten how to sleep.

And I chew on the roadside
Nutritious sandwich
And the smell of autumn,
What will come here soon.

I was afraid to appear weak,
I was afraid to be afraid of fear,
I dig the grave for fear,
But she was afraid to fall

Involuntarily thought flashed:
Once all turn tomorrow?
Will get you the desired card
And some fall color?

And I chew on the roadside
Nutritious sandwich
And the smell of autumn,
What will come here soon.