Текст песни N.O.Pro - Страдания

You will not see me, and nothing
Normal young guy with a bad heart that
Do not give sleep quietly looking at the ceiling
At night, long and tedious, I look out the window
What can accommodate 16 lines without breaking the head
And I probably bored with sad stories
Maybe you're not even listening and simply silent
Hope is Sobieraj in whole pieces
My life is mediocrity clouds with the wind
In the morning, study, home evening, I write about the eternal
Ever thought of depression and emptiness with kanyat
Bed sheets on weekdays snow layers
Forgive me for the sadness of a solid blank letter
I am trying something to bring to you but it's too much
Inside traces of resentment and prolong my mud
And vryatli I can write you a different couplets
Chorus:
Winds cold and smooth surface misted windows
Sheets truth I leave them in the past century
And I do not feel sick to start remembering all the efforts
Now I can hear the poison sing their suffering
Verse 2
Surely I will achieve great success in the rap
And my songs are not put on in repit Players
After all, few people find themselves in these themes simple
Who then should be about love and someone rapping on the drain
Who needs my life zapechetlennaya in rhyme
And black and white pictures erased my plate
Only a few believe in my victory in the war
Otherwise, do not call the destruction of days at the bottom
On arrival home, I walk through the old place
Break above the lake, and the cramped streets of the soul
In his first start 16 zdelal let Funny
But perseverance and faith always stayed with me
Albeit there was no support from friends who
As a result, they put on a play and bark built
Let my beloved is not around
He finds a love, and I will sing their suffering