биполярность - Интроасофилия или Опыт дурака
текст песни

It is so difficult to understand the simple one again
Jump into the sky and fly
Again it became early to get dark
I do not know what it is,
Probably winter again ...
Empty notebook. Eternally gray sky
I'm tired of your stories about happiness
The meaning of life is scribbled on the wrist
Yes, I chose it myself.

I, as always, is incoherent and out of place
After all, my hobby is to miss everything interesting
My memory, my thoughts,
Forgotten best years of life

There is no harmony, it is like logs
Into which everyone hollows like a woodpecker
Forgetting your name, until it is crazy
Building all new walls around you
I could be completely different
I could write and better songs
But the old world where I lived is destroyed
We admire the cold of the ruins

Stupid rhymes and lines
Fill their empty notebook
How to bring a sentence to a point
Leaving someone a ridiculous riddle?

These windows of empty apartments -
Forgotten doors to a wonderful new world
I understand life instructions
Fool's experience or the key to insight

I remember that I ever knew
And did not know. Who are we now, who we were?
Moth burned wings,
But more unhappy, fortunately, did not
After all, he found something better than
The wings that hold it on the ground
And does not allow to die
And I
I, as always, is incoherent and out of place
After all, my hobby is to miss everything interesting
As if it were something important and with meaning
But I never understand my thoughts

Now I'm an experienced fool
But for some reason I didn't see