Текст песни парень из соседней квартиры - я устал

in an empty apartment on the uninhabited outskirts of the city, where there are no equally divided roads and dirt, I sat and sang songs. in my hands burned a volume of verses by an unknown poet, in which words lined up and created a picture of faded lines. as if in a garden overgrown with weeds, I was lost in my thoughts. they circled in the dance like novice dancers, fell and lay in my head with a thick layer of dust. I wanted to wipe it with a rag of new events, but I could not, because the old ones did not want to let me go so easily. it was a deep night in the yard. the stars merged beautifully with moonlight in a huge puddle in the middle of a broken road that resembles my life. I kept trying to erase unnecessary memories, burn them and always forget about them, but I could not. I could not do what I wanted. never could. I hid under the bathroom and wrote fatal numbers at the bottom: birthday, moving, first kiss and first love. I was ready to give everything in the world, so that the wind would take with me everything that I felt at that moment in distant lands, everything that I still can’t forget. but he did not want to help me. now I am forced to endure all the pain that time gradually eats. I am forced to hear the cries of a happy past in an unhappy present. I am forced, like a flagpole, to stand still and not do anything, let mental pictures ruin me. sorry i can't
burn something
what to burn and impossible.

I so want to burn my memories.

please help me, I'm tired.