Текст песни Дима Олейник - Меланхолия

melancholy
I would have become an alcoholic long ago if not for her
at night I screw up my eyes from the neon lamps
you put on nylon stockings
and the shoes are red, new
melancholy
I would have become a misanthrope long ago
walk the same trails, shabby
sneakers worn out. thoughts snotty and fucking
and the fucked up himself
this is the worst thing that can be in me
grandfather Freud calls it sublimation
I don't care I read poetry and get a standing ovation
at least so it seems to me
I am waking up. from the fact that there is nothing to breathe
either because I haven't seen the street for a week and a half
your words sometimes hit the drawbar without warning
you are all-pervading like wrinkles on faces
melancholy
I am killed by books and green tea
alcohol is an extreme stage and it seems if I drink
don't give a fuck, I can't go to heaven anymore
melancholy
I would have become a drug addict long ago
with punched veins or dry nose
So that feelings are all in your pockets
Or would burn my nerves with an ordinary match
Melancholy
this is when his hands are afraid and tears flow from his eyes
melancholy
it's 4 carroll lewis christmas
I'm scared. I'm afraid.
and when I die, you really burn me. and scatter over the sea
I'm quite serious now. believe me.