Текст песни Женя Smack - Старшая тирания

Your eyes are captivity to me
I would have lived with you a bunch of life ribbons,
Where to head: right or left?
With hot tea, wrapped in a blanket.
I only dream of you alone
Jumping into the pool with your head,
The reason not to be pain
I close my little world from you
No reason for excuses
After all, my maximum is the basement.

I pour the kettle again
Along the way thinking about
That our meeting is not accidental
will be,
But when? The question is: when?
Will the fucking end of the same basement be?
I'm so really tired ...
The fate of tyranny
And my life is clearly tired of it.
Further, there is no point in flipping
Until everything settles in place ...

I am not silent, there are simply no feelings here,
To share them, as if all the people here died out.