Текст песни SlowOne - Семь утра

If you think a lot can be confusing,
I wake up with a sore head utretsa.
From this there are no medicines, is annoyed by the way,
Just think of so many better not nado.Ladno?

It was seven in the morning when the eyes closed
Judging by sobs, I do something I not said.
Further, all of the scenario: short beeps,
Handkerchiefs and under-eye bags.
Time passed slowly, as if a sack on his shoulders.
Candle poem I quickly said, and left.
Then I thought a lot about it,
Mats berth, because there was never ekstetom.
But a thought came to nothing lead,
Razve two spray-painted sheet flow is not great.
Razve that complaints about these voices in my head,
And I know that this one person.
I do not remember that the glass in the glass or ice?
And now it seems clear why so mnutri burns.

If you think a lot can be confusing,
I wake up with a sore head utretsa.
From this there are no medicines, is annoyed by the way,
Just think of so many better not nado.Ladno?