Текст песни Клим - Болеюею

Sick of you, my happiness, kill me with your absence,
kill me by presence i'm confused or
worthless loser? please explain.
And how many evenings will pass,
Nights fly past me so that I raise the hood,
and opened his face to meet the wind with light
smack of life.
We dried on the plates.
Imprints will remain our desires,
and the soles are worn in holes
penetrating oceans of water spill out
ashore the remnants of the soul.
On the hot seats
subway cars
under the fabric of your coat,
serotonin will remain
and drugs for anemia.
Madly crying childhood
heart pounding.
We are so confident and naive
believe: eternal love.
I put my hands on my shoulders
and the evening is set upon
in the evening. In space
your perfume scratching your nostrils
memories, fall
on the sofa for Christmas,
and weep like a child.
Sick of you, ill.
Time at a time will hit
midnight,
and I will conquer the moon
and you will win
pick it up
in the ear.
Ill with you
covering your throat
by cold,
waiting for you again
at bus stops, in buses,
asking questions to the conductor
looking at the passengers:
& quot; Where is my sweetheart?
where's my sweetheart? & quot;