Текст песни Бумбокс - What I got i do...

You need attention
Hence flags to flags,
Quarrels, constant strains,
There is no end to the edge.
I need a road
Wet wardrobe trunks and legs,
Leave for God's sake
These walls are my prison.
Window sill, tobacco night -
This is insomnia for several days,
Only the stairs will remember everything:
Who is limping on them, who is flying.
Half past five, for whatever reason,
Who is to blame for more?
Eyes salty rain
Well, what else can I tell you?

Chorus:
I drink, I drink your blood
What I got to do
You drank mine almost all of it.
I beat, I beat this dishes
What I got to do
There is no strength to bear, but I bear.

Everything between us is like in power
Alien aunts and uncles
They don’t get along
Some kind of karma comma.
As if not a chorus and not frail,
And they all repeat the same thing,
Redistribution of territories
There is no end to the edge.
Window sill, tobacco night -
This self-will is several hundred years old,
Only the stairs will remember everything:
Who is limping on them, who is flying?
Half past five, for whatever reason,
Who is to blame for more of whom?
Everything is already divided to smithereens
Well, what else can I tell you?