Текст песни Долбоебизм - Надежда умирает последней

Involuntarily insane
Hanging around
In the head of cotton
on the shoulders of a sheepskin coat
In the pocket of his match
And in the purse, the birds
And his thoughts are not simple like everyone else

He thinks
About not pulled the trigger
He thinks
about tomato juice
He thinks
About enticing loops
Thinking about how to fly from a height

And at his house
Furniture chair
Bare walls
Spelled out here
Dark colors
In small letters
And he writes that they are waiting for him somewhere