Текст песни Смысловые Галюцинации - ...оно не скучает, оно умерает от скуки...

The path from point to eternity,
Words are not considered,
perfection Disease
From it, and drink too much.
Beauty predictable,
Anger is justified,
I thought it was all over,
But again, everything is new.

Mind ever win,
Something force to pull myself together,
I wonder at the sky sin,
It does not miss,
It dies of boredom.

I knew
With all this going to end,
With all happens,
The whole price of loneliness,
Otherwise it is impossible.
Scared of weakness,
It is terrible to wake up,
Happiness in the vastness,
I would touch it.

Mind ever win,
Something force to pull myself together,
I wonder at the sky sin,
It does not miss,
It dies of boredom.

Mind ever win,
Something force to pull myself together,
I wonder at the sky sin,
It does not miss,
It dies of boredom.