Текст песни механический часовщик - не сдалась

The country of lights,
Dream fields,
Passion River,
Where we are alone.
Pistol with a cartridge,
How are you with me:
Always reliable
Never idle.
Every day for me is trouble
Where the glass is allowed through the veins.
Well, of course: I am not alone,
Which is not ready for change
In the form of love for the night,
In the image of sleep alone.
It is very difficult to be able to or be able
Jealousy to kill, go into the shell,
Where are tears from the blood,
And the sky is made of darkness.
The rest have come to terms with this or what?
And, you don’t know, a crappy dog.
And silently watch a movie
Where everyone has love, like a dream.
And go to the subway with tears.
After all, this is our branch, remember, there
Our is glad, dear.
I call you in a hurry
Wandering hopelessly and dull.
And remember how we are in the evenings
Cherishing the dream of salvation,
Drawing patterns on the veins
With pens, as far as skills allowed.
Now razors are in their places.
I know, I'm a fool, I'm sorry,
I was born.
It was ... it's stupid to dream of love ...
But ... you know, I haven't given up yet.