Текст песни 519 - Знакомый диалект

In the back, the wind is blowing, and I was still on the drum
Where the sun shines and how much pain is necessary
To endure habitation seemed simple and happy,
How many songs to sing, to cease to be unbearable,
And what happened to us all?
Why so much anger in others
What does not honor the family tree,
And in relations see only the prelude,
Where we have such as
Extremely angry and empty,
In a world where a stranger is more important than flattery honest truth wings
And I'm all about his sick fantasy world,
Where am I alone, and no one else to look into vanity and darkness
Any fool does not want to dig a mess in his head
And so they say hard, and you're still stuck asshole, in a bag
Dogs in bulk say besides cats.
Who is tested?
The absurdity brains hurt.
Twenty-four hours in a row as the Alco-fighters watch tusyat at hotspots
Why live like this - ask the other hand, there are no special problems?.
This is everyday life everyday essay
My gut - you know this handwriting
Over time, in the subcortical memorizing a couple of lines.
Turn once more, and still a time.