Текст песни Декабрь - зло

Hatred makes itself felt
Leaving footprints in the sand.
And without causing me any harm
I would never start writing.

No way out of lies
And don't come back to me
'Cause I burn my life
Like a fucking Joan of Arc

I know a chamber awaits me.
And you're throwing poetry at me
Can't see me in talent
Like Diana Gurtskaya.

You know I'm used to the cold
Or maybe I live it,
But I felt youth
Like a knife wound.

I created a maze for myself
Where at every step is a dead end
After all, mistakes teach nothing,
And I no longer feel love
Like his feet Nick Vuychich.

My body cannot be beaten
And the soul is not cured of you.
I am not Jesus, but I have leaky palms,
After all, everything that was in my hands I lost.

And forever in my heart
Your eyes are broken windows.
But my feelings are babies.
And you know what? I beat them.