Текст песни Психея - Пустая Голова

Cold corpse empty hopes
Cheap tale about anything
This is my grim epilogue
Accusations in the back , laughing ignorant
Sleepless nights , hundreds of tons
Send to a precipice - this is the result .
I do not complain , and not looking for easy ways
Though my age is dirty and cruel
I just want to lace through the night lights
Carry your soul flower

In the eyes of crystal sadness
I continue the way
Going barefoot on coals
Who knows what will happen next
And how many days
And what's left for me?
The agony of the eyes and a fresh breeze
And the roar of the wires in the choruses of songs

Here cigarette , Behold the fire
In the pocket of the carrot , the stick in the bag
Inside the motor nerves and harness
I did not know that so often
Page perelistnut days
So difficult , but it is clear that the essence

In the eyes of crystal sadness
I continue the way
Going barefoot on coals
Who knows what will happen next
And how many days
And what's left for me?
The agony of the eyes and a fresh breeze
And the roar of the wires in the choruses of songs

And the noise in my head empty
And a bullet through cold dawn
And the noise in my head empty
And a bullet through cold dawn