Текст песни Записки Сумасшедшего - Сносит крышу

I'm slowly but surely blowing the roof:
Crazies exacerbate - spring.
I think I hear him breathing
For hundreds of kilometers from me.

Everything is fine with us, everything is bad with us.
He can sleep with another, and I with another.
The hysteria replaces the feeling of fuck
He smokes somewhere, I swallow smoke in Moscow.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, I wouldn’t sleep.
And he has a Nice-Amsterdam flight.
Eyelashes twitch under a nervous tic.
He drinks sambuca, to me - a hangover in the morning.

My poor mind mixed up something
Despaired and cuts off the light.
He touches someone with his palms
And I have a scarlet trace on my skin.

Or kisses - my lips burn out
Or ends - I will turn the arc.
He’s ruining another one somewhere,
And it turns out a hundred first time with me ...