Текст песни Сдобрымутром - Круговорот Сансары

Wake up in bed from the noise of the radio, the smell of toast,
Or hugs, or rays that suddenly so thick
They’ll fall onto the eyes in a flare and awaken.
Coffee and gruel, brush, tie, work on weekdays.

Here it is, inaccessible happiness at once he traded.
But the half-body under the scabs is not up to the memories.
With numb feet again, so waryly wags
To the old building, where he replenishes a meager supply.

Route learned, in action memory.
With fingers twisted, he sweats
Hardly collected cash. In exchange - a bundle of shit,
Which the brain will praise and in unison curse.

It's time to punish yourself.
He will die, be born again - reincarnation.
Every night, like a god he will ascend,
And in the morning - a half-corpse and the bottom of society.

This buzz is the best.
You will die and be born in the cycle of Samsara.
No one will hear your scream
But silly Newton was wrong -
No gravity.
You fly, you're a god
Above the roofs. Breeze
Only the paper skeleton sways.
This buzz is the best.
You will die and be born in the cycle of Samsara.

Wake up from the pain, pressing so that even kill yourself.
Return to the shackles of longing, apathy, depression.
Yesterday he unpacked the dust of the philosopher's stone
Will make his most nightmare dream come true soon.

Go out into the yard, look around, kick the syringe with anger,
Cowering from the cold, stomp off the birds.
There is a goal - to get money and a dose. There are no people, persons.
No time to think over a move. Every day is a blitz.

This buzz is the best.
And for his sake he freezes for what hour
In the filthy gateway. Even the metal is cold
It does not give confidence and the heart pounds so.

But the sacrifice will be. Take the bastard grandmother.
The knife as if into the pudding will go under the shoulder blade.
And no longer clings to blood and a screech in atonement.
Once again reborn into a creature at a lower level.