Текст песни Панда - Цепи фрустраций

[Verse 1:]
My life - a series of disasters.
You go ahead, keep your eye on the transmitter.
Your idol long since died from the need to live,
So without knowing all the faces without flattery and lies.

On a chain around my neck here frustrations
I did not want you to admit it,
For me it is useless without a goal, wandering
On the wall be torn, with no applause.

I am flying in the winter under a blanket Zinc,
After all, I'm so tired of breathing.
I put on a black cellophane bag
But I have from you a single step.

In my soul endless summer
But already there is precipitation.
And you love so much to squeeze out of the iron arteries
I am without a trace.

[Chorus:]
I find it easier to burn,
What put the whole world to its knees.
The chain around his neck, it's time to take off,
After all, you already impossible to believe.