Текст песни Нервы - Курим

So sad in the three-room apartment
And flat screens is not accustomed
The most miserable in the world - the nerves , cigarettes
A little bit of alcohol can be
 
Opposite of plastic windows
In Castaway chair lives a simple hobo
He writes his songs about scandals in these windows
About pounds of ash ...
 
We smoke , inhaling with this death
Those bitter moments , those pathetic reasons for our lies
But we smoke , we want to make it cool
Dying by the minute
After all, at the same time we do not inhale smoke life
 
Porches, impregnated with smoke
Refined flour, not in this world easier
And so it is necessary to justify the vices
As if it is easier to
Not really .. Well ?
What if we can, if we so hard to quit ?
And then what do we need?
We remember God when we are getting worse , please , but
 

We smoke , inhaling with this death
Those bitter moments , those pathetic reasons for our lies
But we smoke , we want to make it cool
Dying by the minute
After all, at the same time we do not inhale smoke life