Текст песни Дима Оставленный - Заплывший холст

Having washed down the tragedy of being,
I share my pain with a sheet of paper
My path in life consists only of holes
I'm the loser of them all, I can argue with you

I'm scared to imagine the outcome of my life
I gave myself completely to the people around me
And in return I got nothing
My inner voice screams - "Bitch, forget them quickly!"

I suffered a lot and where is my prize for loyalty,
Over time, wounds heal, hematomas dissolve,
But what about the cut in the heart?
After all, cuts on the heart are for a long time,

Tell me what can revive
Over the years, a canvas of my life,
Just don't offer love
I still haven't moved away from the previous one ...