Текст песни сука-любовь - двигатель внутреннего сгорания

Insomnia asks
At night -
I pretend to be asleep.
From the roof not to rush
In the last century,
Memory of my icy.

I am a fifth shift
Extractive longing.
I consume food.
Without respite,
On thin ice.
I have an internal combustion engine.

And again, "cool!"
Unkind morning
Acrid smoke cigarettes.
I nihuёvo.
I remember vaguely
The joy of the past years.

I'm sober mind
I see in the window
The solid part of the military.
But if you're traveling light,
What I deadlocked
The frozen tram happiness.

Come round
Units of one hundred
The oxygen-free space,
But the scab of ice
Scrape off the glass,
Breathing fumes my lack of freedom.

Although, to be honest,
I know everything.
Yes, there is nothing to breathe.
The circumstances of the place -
The form of protest.
I've forgotten how to wait

That's the trouble.
Derailed train.
Who took off, he tends to fall.
So pass the year,
But, as always,
I am preparing myself to defeat.

And (My God!)
On the way home
Life lost consciousness.
fierce winter
On the eighth checkpoint
Life is like a survival.

Next ahead;
All to do with it,
But the finished process of extinction.
The scrap metal,
At the time of the dump
Engine of internal combustion.