Текст песни Unknown lonely singer - Неинтересно

Hello
I am writing to you on the twenty eighth of December
On the twenty-first of April
Last year
I'll start discussing the weather.
Interesting i hardly remember
Or trying to inspire myself
There was nothing
You can continue to live
It is not interesting that every second
Offering friendship
Showing off
Pulls along
With you but not yours
And hedgehogs
That in my forest
In my head
I don't know exactly where
But I will find
Cooked soup
Of the mushrooms that grew under the tree
And this tree was you
And a letter has long been forgotten
What are you more
Not with me