Текст песни Психея - Пустая Голова

Cold corpse of empty hopes
Cheap tale of nothing
This is my dark epilogue
Reprivations in the back, laughter of the ignorant
Sleepless nights of hundreds of tons
Send in the abyss - this is the result.
I do not grumble and not looking for easy ways
Though my age is dirty and cruel
I just want through the laces of the night lights
Your soul carry flower

In the eyes of the crystal sadness
I go on my way
Go barefoot over the coals
Who knows what will happen next
And how many days
And what is left for me?
Agony of eyes and fresh breeze
And the buzz of wires in the choruses of songs

Here is a cigarette, here is a fire
In the pocket of gingerbread, in the bag the whip
Inside the motor and nerves harness
I did not know that sometimes
Scroll page days
It is so difficult, but it shows the essence.

In the eyes of the crystal sadness
I go on my way
Go barefoot over the coals
Who knows what will happen next
And how many days
And what is left for me?
Agony of eyes and fresh breeze
And the buzz of wires in the choruses of songs

And the noise in my empty head
And bullet through cold dawn
And the noise in my empty head
And bullet through cold dawn