Текст песни Евгений Фесенко - Записки сумашедшего

I want to cry, but tears do not pour
Now I would howl at the big moon.
So quiet in the night, cats scratching themselves
Slightly opening my soul.

Take off and forget where the birds fly
But I'm on a chain, in earthly shackles.
The reality in me is absorbing a dream
and my dream goes dark.

A new, rainy day will wake up with me
and again I rave, I’m going somewhere.
Outside the shower, and I'm crazy
on glasses I paint my picture ...