Текст песни Гумор - Всё равно

The streets are empty again meeting spring
Along the lanes in the slob deciphering TASK.
In the area of ​​the barking of the dogs of the hungry homeless,
Peak nights looking for their own kind.
Inside the mountain of hate the fun does not whistle,
It is not always appropriate to say sorry.
There is some kind of incentive to keep it low.
Become a hero or get lost in the post.
Everybody’s downtrodden head, drowned eyesight,
Killed minutes, empty dead time.
At night, not a spoke, I admire the view from the windows,
The new day is exhausting cruelly.
The past to the powder, leaving only the photo,
Leaving the songs on the memory of the years.
The melody will remember if I suddenly forget something
I promise to remember and not patanut in the swamp.
I'm not pleased with something but I do not understand what
No problem, but I see myself wrong.
Not at all what it used to be ..
Time is the dust that once it became true.
And you look at me and make the conclusions bro,
There is a rain in the shower, but you do not think I'm okay & # 33;
Just wanted to mourn a little ..
So maybe three days but no more.
The pain is familiar to me from beatings but not so severe
I somehow do not care, read about this joke?
I love in my room for three hundred minutes,
Let it be quiet but cozy because I love it so much.
Someone in the player is singing there or singing ..
On the street, tediously accept theraflu & # 33;
At night, in sweat I will turn the paduchu cold side ..
And most likely I will not fall asleep anymore & # 33;

I am still the same night at the coinage
All also besonnits torments ..
I’ll be better soon
I am walking along the right path without losing faith & # 33;