Текст песни Валерия Битюцкая - Рецидив

I need people, but they don't need me. I'm out of the blanket, I'm loaded again. study, problems, love, and my father says to me - rolled, you are not good. I feel sad at night and feel bad, I cut my wrists, I don't believe in God, I think that he left us recently, he wanted to kill us at least a little humanely. broke into harshness, universal rudeness. and pulling out my bone, I slouch. I was overcome by a relapse of my sadness, a remission of joy came. I vanish vaguely in the attacks of my weakness. cigarettes on my skin and hellish torments, I hope my grandchildren do not remember me; tobacco smoke with me to the house, where all the sadness awaits me, again scandals with my father, but no one will come. I dance on your graves, and I will kill this fatigue in me. you burn me slowly, passionately and sweetly, we no longer sang and we did not play ...