Текст песни Мори - тонкая душевная организация

fine mental organization
or a heart in a dirty rag wrapper?
I love everyone around, I want to be good -
or just afraid to be lonely?
trying to be better
or trying to justify my actions with intentions.
I would like to spit on everything
what can make me stronger.
but why becomes disgusting?
Why are there no mirrors in the house?
why the reflection in the windows
as if in a negative. as if
someone else's?

i'm getting easy
my lungs fill with tobacco smoke
despite the promise never to smoke.
I suffer from a hangover in the morning
although I say to my mother that I do not drink,
i come to an empty house late at night
staggering, touching the walls, looking for a balcony
and only view of the evening city
drives away drunk sleep.

man of fine mental organization
whisper in the back that "he has everything"
and, probably, "he needs nothing more."
you are alone, tolerate cannonade
languishing thoughts in my head.
a moment when you no longer feel sorry for yourself
called the "last limit".

I'm getting light.
i'm getting black speck.
I cough every day
every hour
every moment
each
kah ..