Текст песни Убитые Бытом - Больная жизнь

I don’t know with whom my love is right now, dear, where are you?
So much empty inside - that the wind does not freeze ...
The binge bears me, I forgot what a month without you
The bride takes a plane ticket ...

My heart is tearing my chest
Meet you happy spring so rare
Of the thousands of strangers to me, I will catch the sun in you baby ...
I’ll break your smile, they won’t detect cameras or webcams.

How to fall asleep when you shave?
About your car from the senses crash into the oncoming
My sick life rolls through the holes in a wheel
With downcast centuries, I dream that it should have ... healed for a long time.

And to me something like that, hunting with the boys at the porch to death ...
The little shabby little you become increasingly sad
Answer who will patch the wounds? Where it is empty ...

Chorus:
You sick my life, you drive me crazy
With you to be utopia, now in dreams
From the windows of lonely, I can not see the city
I will only pass on the longing in the sheets, pass on the sheets ...