Lyrics ХБС - Приходи, будем спать

I get tired of shaking hands at meetings and farewells:
ordinary questions, others' exclamations ...
the general meaning is reduced to the word "mother",
Encrypted feelings can not be understood, not opened, not recognized
and often enough three words - "come, we'll sleep!"

timid hints, stereotyped reason.
looking through the eyes of the earth, parted again in the cold.
I'm tired of texts about the grass, how dark it is ...
anyway ... shit ... do not care ...
and often enough three words - "come, we'll sleep!"