Текст песни Желтый Дом - Меланхолия

Panorama pechalna-
The sea of dirty dishes ,
Pours into tap water,
And neighbors paskudy-
All Dolby in the wall :
\" Make the music quieter\"!
I sit and smoke ,
They did not seem to hear .

Panorama sad -
The cigarette had gone out ,
A grub on a plate ,
It seems spoiled .
In the soul as something bitter,
Or sugary- sweet.
Hell, not life, but a dump !
Or not? Everything is fine?

Panorama pechalna-
Yellowed wall.
May die ,
Cut the veins !
But why? And who
Something that prove ?

By fate not strelyay-
And then suddenly ... promazhesh