Lyrics Bahroma - вірш

I create my own poem from my own feelings
under the pressure of hours, under the influence of substances
considering the pressure, measuring the heart rate
with the sadness of small towns I see every movement
I hear every sound and remember everything
under pressure of hours, under pressure

you don't have to be alone one night,
you are sharp shoulders clenched alone
you don't have to be alone one night,
her sharp shoulders clenched

for you the whole world, in a row,
how you feel, so do the phrases.
taking into account the pressure, measuring the pulse
under pressure of hours, under pressure