Unknown lonely singer - Неинтересно
текст песни

Hello
I am writing to you on the twenty -eight of December
On the twenty -first of April
Last year
I'll start discussing the weather now
I wonder that I hardly remember
Or trying to inspire myself
There was nothing
You can continue to live
It is not interesting that every second
Offering friendship
He boasts with himself
Drags along
Together with you, but not yours
And hedgehogs
Which in my forest
Which in my head
I don't know where
But I will find
Warmed soup
From mushrooms that grew under a tree
And this tree was you
And a letter has long been forgotten and then
That you are more
Not with me