Текст песни Drowa - Мелкие букашки

& quot; Small insects & quot;

In my weak body strong spirit,
There's every Monday pouring rain
And it is no accident fading light.
It seems to have everything and anyone,
Lost in everyday life, hectic.
We are only small insects on the ground.

I was not physically hurt
I almost did not hurt,
Only pain.
The mood at zero,
Understanding to zero,
Only pain.

I was a little difficult to understand,
Empty talk and explain,
Nothing is forever, is not perfect.
All that would be predicted
Only it does not work to live,
All ends well, maybe.

I was not physically hurt
I almost did not hurt,
Only pain.
The mood at zero,
Understanding to zero,
Only pain.