Психея - Пустая Голова
текст песни

Cold corpse of empty hopes
Cheap story about nothing
This is my gloomy epilogue
Reproaches in the back, laughter of ignorant
Nights of sleepless hundred tons
I will send it to the abyss - this is the result.
I don't grumble or look for simple ways
At least my age is dirty and cruel
I just want to through the lace of night lights
Make your soul a flower

In the eyes of a crystal sadness
I continue the way
Go on
Who knows what will happen next
And how many days were
And what is left to me?
Years of Eye and Fresh Wind
And a rumble of wires in the handle of songs

Here is a cigarette, here is the fire
In the pocket gingerbread, in the bag of the whip
Inside the motor and nerves burn
I did not know that sometimes
Pour the page of the days
So complicated, but this is the point

In the eyes of a crystal sadness
I continue the way
Go on
Who knows what will happen next
And how many days were
And what is left to me?
Years of Eye and Fresh Wind
And a rumble of wires in the handle of songs

And the noise in my empty head
And a through a through cold dawn
And the noise in my empty head
And a through a through cold dawn