Текст песни Мастер - Надоело

I do not blame you and I,
What forces at the end.
That day I was not myself,
And you, too, sort of.

As if the sweltering haze,
Brains your arms,
And those who had always been with you,
All of a sudden become not clear.

Tired of running out of power,
Sick stench in the head,
Tired

How many times a couple of years
You sold for Altyn,
And a handful of silver coins
Instantly he made another stranger.

And a pack of dirty, black rats
I fill my city,
He became cold and alien,
And there was very dear to me.

Friends come out of the windows,
You beckoned him,
Roads are vrazgon veins,
We met a friend in life.