Текст песни дом страданий - не вижу повода для трезвости

I do not see a reason for sobriety
alcohol regenerate wounds ,
in this life, too many abominations ,
and daily knock grannenye glasses .

world extinguished like a cigarette in hand ,
buildings crumble like a house of matches ,
I read to the holes a volume of Mayakovsky ,
while you are lying in a hospital in a coma .

the wind picks up bright hopes ,
Sea does not give peace of mind ,
I wear shabby , dirty clothes .

the sun does not shine more
Stars are off for us .
life becomes sad ,
when I see your happy eyes .