Текст песни - моя душа болеет анорексией

I often look at the hopelessly sick
And in the mirror I see one of them.
Sunken eyes and lost my mind
With tylaya breast unclenching a fist.
The word I have to get into the pocket.
He did torn his many wounds.
Get me the medicine that you are asked to
My soul suffers from anorexia.

My social status with feet of clay
And my guardian angel somewhere else
Oh, yes, I lost something and can not find
And all that I have is of no value
Again began the attack, and no cigarettes
And where my medication that I was waiting for 20 years
What the hell ?! pride
I will not die beautifully
How terrible my diagnoz anorexia.

You no longer need me
I totally withered
About where my medication I'm so sick I'm so bad
Now I often cry not control himself
This is a terrible death-howl ugrobny !!

I often look at the hopelessly sick
In the mirror of one of them see
A self-examination that I loved so much
A change of anorexia.