Текст песни svastonov - А я бы продал свою память

And I would sell its memory
Bartenders, ofitsant,
cleaners in the eatery,
Just not meet her again.

Autumn wind greeted me pain
but no more, in the dusty astonovkah
cut the soul cold, with the arrival of a new bus.

He again without you. I'm without you again
I am doomed to suffer on the streets September
hunger.
And equally drained into an empty head,
parishes of alcohol together with the cold
Memories

Our longing then picks up the leaves on the ground,
I'm falling, from every thought in a lonely room,
because you are not there,
Mentally I eat every passer-by,
And I bring to vomiting, a cooled oragnizma
And I would like to see you
But I focus my consciousness into another direction,
and mechanisms to make my brain hurt so much,