Текст песни денис стерн - свобода выбора

from the broken lamp head
oozing light trickle.
the bed of love, in piles of rags,
my conscience, inveterate prostitute
Spreads krivotu his feet,
losing the last vestiges of dignity.
isporozhnivshis whining in microblogging,
I am trying, or sleep, or to calm down,
I believe those who are hurting,
who was lying writhing as Peter Verhovensky.
To know the whole world in his obscenity,
myself become increasingly vile.
.
bypass tenth expensive of all,
standing in the welfare of its hind legs,
and continued on his way to the edge of night.
this
my
deliberate
choice.