Текст песни поэт без усов - Эта картина висит в другом замке. ч. 2

She looks in the mirror ...
Sees an empty room ...
Goes to the window , in the courtyard of one ...
Life in gray shades of loneliness spiced ,
She is not beautiful , ugly , hunched .
And as a child of God , requested ...
& quot; Please make that impression , the earth I was not wearing a & quot;
But it did not take God !
She grew up ..
The little cub ,
Not knowing the heat of parental hands ..,
She was not familiar with the concept - FRIEND .
She hated local girls
And one was with her, as a particularly rude ...
And the years go by ..
More wroth com .. yes hatred ...
To sebe..k other ... all the bile !
And the thought of one
How to become a ? -Here Her anthem ! ..
RECOVERY NETWORK ! ...
That no one would have been able to behold , from now henceforth her ​​face !
What a pity ..
Ugliness is in a compartment with a scoundrel
Creates monsters ...
She was intoxicated ...
A dream come true ! Wear a mask ! And in the image of a strange pogryaznuv..sebya completely forgotten ...
How much pain and lie it plunged into the life of random bodies, she later otzavetsya
A mad sense? ..
Malice ashes ..
I just would like to look into the eyes , once her this ...
See why it is so cruel ..
See how bitterly she burst into tears ..
Realizing that ... too carried away with his play ...