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At the same time sadly cheerfully sometimes
In this story I am a cult hero
Every day is a memorial service, pour some rum
Remembering all the friends who are there abroad

We so naively wrote all the pages as if
We knew everything in advance and now life is cool
The ink ran out, the sheets are covered with writing
But there are so many gallows ahead of the path
Life beckons with a picture, open it to them fair
Show what we are worth this time we will not deceive the guy
You can’t wrap this world in a blind veil
Lost in the crowd, although you can’t confuse strangers
Smart people are sitting out office chairs everywhere
It is so easy to fool the public with just one gesture
A unique person will not find a place for himself in this hole
Where there is no way out and no honor
My thorny path is not typical
Forgetting the past, I can’t take a step further
These shots are one-shots for me, dying again
I don’t feel love, they wipe their feet on me
For pulse I'm dead on mephedrone hey
And it's sad that I've deflated because I'm asshole
Let's forget that riverbed, come on, drink, brother
It will definitely let us go from sadness into the sunset

If a cult hero, then why to the bottom
The lines I wrote send me
They kill from the inside and I don't care about all the passers-by
I don't care about money, faces, feelings gnaw
Always trying to exhaust, you and I are alike
I'm just as unique, I'm just as without covers
I'd like to drown in that love that I dreamed about at night
But again, exactly at midnight, I'm chopping down my tower in the heat of the moment
I'm walking forward along a winding path
The traders are selling feelings in this market
They're shouting slogans from the same record into a megaphone
All like carbon copies, children from the larva
Hey, without knowing me, they've been talking behind my back for years
Maybe I'm unique, although I'm walking in circles
And there's no chance, there's a solid ground under my feet ice
Again I fly around the mind in search of roads

I break ties because I am tied at the seams
Under a smile, mockery, loneliness and it teases
But I want attention, my love is a dangerous battle
My love does not warm, only burns
My love does not believe that it can be accepted with open arms
My love in words, my love is afraid of those actions

Sadly, sometimes, cheerfully
In this story, I am a cult hero
Every day is a memorial service, pour some rum
We remember all the friends who are abroad

We so naively wrote all the pages as if
We knew everything in advance and now life is cool
The ink has run out, the sheets are covered with writing
But there are so many gallows ahead