Текст песни Земфира - Суицид ..я грею ресницы, мне страшное снится..

Mom, My name is suicide,
Maybe I'm not seeing.
Mom, My name is suicide,
Maybe I did not hear it.

Under the ceiling in the bulbs of thought,
Hot sighted huddle, hanging.
I Gray lashes me a terrible dream.

Where are you, my hated happiness?
I am torn to pieces into small pieces.
I miss you terribly, almost dying.

Notes as the notes and just do not roll,
I see someone like themselves and what it spends.
And where is interesting, I was again without a place.

Where are you, my hated happiness?
I am torn to pieces into small pieces.
I miss you terribly, almost dying.

Mom, My name is suicide,
Maybe I'm not seeing.
Mom, My name is suicide,
Maybe I did not hear it.

Loud whisper to him podkradёtsya,
Moon - not the moon, but the stubborn sun.
Draw all curtains, I hurt the entire city.

Where are you, my unreasonable happiness?
I am torn to pieces into small pieces.
I miss wildly, almost dying.