Текст песни мори - тонкая душевная организация

fine spiritual organization,
or the heart in a dirty rag wrapped?
I love all around, want to be good -
or just afraid of being alone?
I am trying to get better -
or try to justify their actions intentions.
I'd like to spit on everything
that can make me stronger.
but for some reason it becomes disgusting?
Why no mirrors in the house?
Why reflection in windows
if in the negative. like
someone else?

I stavnovlyus easy.
my lungs filled with tobacco smoke
despite the promise never to smoke.
I suffer in the morning with a hangover
although they say the mother did not drink,
I come to an empty house late at night
staggering, touching the walls, looking for a balcony
and only the views of the evening city
It drives away drunken sleep.

People thin sincere organization
whisper in the back, that & quot; he still has a & quot;
and, probably, & quot; it will have nothing else & quot ;.
you stay one, you suffer cannonade
languid thought in my head.
when you do not feel sorry for yourself,
It called & quot; last limit & quot ;.

I become easy.
I get in the black spot.
I cough every day
every hour
every moment
each
Kah ..