Текст песни бегущий с ножницами. - II

The fat boy drowned in their tears.
And walking on the water did not save him.
Who was right, he was a fool .
Who was the best - I have not achieved anything .
Dance to the music of sadness .
Dance, gasping in a nutshell.
Dance, the one who did not wait.
Loneliness despair and fear.
Someone heard a little voice in my head .
For him now the friend - a wall .
Angry psychologist did not help himself.
He probably saw it in my dreams .