Timour - Ветер депрессии
текст песни

The flower is gentle, which seemed to me a mimosa,

It turned out to be a rusty rose.

Runes gangrene from wounds to his liking -

You can’t drown out the pain even with a dose ...


But you understand: my feeling for you -

This is not lust at all!

The wind of depression howls in the pipe

So that I want to die ...


I dug up on a dead phone

Your former message.

And the collapse began to be peaceful thoughts -

He spoiled the mood ...


After all, you understand, my feeling for you -

This is not lust at all!

The wind of depression howls in the pipe

So that I want to die ...


Yesterday my enemy arranged a mess -

A dumb cellmate, a risk!

Three of me held me, and I watched

How he is erasing your photo ...


He burned at the end and your letter -

I did not know what was waiting for Pascuda at night:

I punished him very hard,

But how - I will not tell.


And all with the fact that my feeling for you -

This is not lust at all!

And what is left of you -

It is not allowed to touch!


I went into great depression -

Without your letters, the roof goes.

You may be good now

And my thoughts do not sway ...


I closed, poured the door into the soul,

Leaving a bitter outside!

But the vile wind squeezed into the gap

And my peace violated again ...


You just understand: my feeling for you -

This is not lust at all!

The wind of depression howls in the pipe -

Not going to silence ...