Текст песни Декабрь - Последний путь

everyday
it robs me inside.
I'm losing my mind already.
my thoughts come to a standstill.
and drown my soul
vessel.
where the devil is waiting for me.
somewhere an angel to help me tired.
but still, I was afraid of losing -
it is the taste of her lipstick on the lips.
and over the world's going to storm.
to strike
anger
in my chest.
and her sad eyes,
will see off the last journey.
from the sky relative stretch out his hand.
pull down only sins.
and I will not think,
for whom need my poems.
somewhere in the rain pierce the clouds.
where a heart would burst from a heart attack.
and my favorite one
will wait
non-existent
tomorrow.