Текст песни онамойсмыслжизни - привычка расставаться

I’ve been smoking for the fourth year already, and because of you I have already drunk too much, so sad ..
A glass of wine on your table makes it clear that we will not drink together.
He scored for study, only a computer, friends ...
Bukhalovki every half day ...
But the veins are cut again, like a soul under beer with beer ...
I love you..
Again at home, again on a visit, at gunpoint aka, now I can’t hide ..
From this rotten world there is nothing left, only .. Your soul ...
I’ll put a stool and we will forget about each other ...
A noose around the neck ...
Until.