Текст песни vergeblichesdasein - пол шестого утра

are you lost
or you do not have enough space on this earth
buried in darkness
in the vast emptiness of the frozen
spend time poking the edge of the eye sockets in the wall.
assuming that there is something you see.
capable of causing feelings
at least some
proklikivaya Public will be sad
why is alive
or have the mind swam.
I check the mail in the morning and sitting at work
in the hope that someone will write
but at home hiding under the sofa corner
because someone's ear panting
like so real.
just hugged his shadow.
Jam has a migraine.
vindous trying to find additional problemmy system
and if you think I do not have enough of their
but he does not know
that is buried in the liquid liters without understanding what does the last year
bathroom mirror itself lies
showing clearly that something is not right
outdoors daylight
and you suffocate
if you try to save themselves
it is not clear what.

Try to get used to.
you see every morning from the window.
otherwise realize.
it's just hallucinations or insomnia.
I hope.
me no one will find.
and the body will rot alive.
but now.
tired.
because the empty bottle of whiskey.
and the new have to run.
that would be to forget all that to memory.
I did not take anything.
if it is important.
not remember and not forget.
but then so will pass the whole life.
although.
Yes, to hell with it.
with memory, with life.
long lost their weight.
will the spirit among the permafrost rocks.
toss countless days.
between two worlds.
Sooner or later.
understand.
there is no time.
but yet realize.
it will take too much time.
you're a fool.
or try to burn.
forest and mountains errors failures.
that's that.
Curl up and cry.
I want to get cancer, I want that would hit by a car.
not to inflict pain, not because.
okay.
himself to blame.
I would rather sit at the bar and wait.
until someone shoot or someone thrust.
so yes.
that would be taken off through an opening.
from the window.
as always I wanted.
but suddenly someone wants to help.
although not.
I go fuck.
he can handle.