| I trust people less, I trust myself more and more | 
| The heart did not become weaker, but tired in the struggle | 
| Around him is a universe of words and so little needed | 
| Holy love, underground evil, mother, friendship | 
| It's still raining on my street | 
| I hate your studious lies | 
| But the truth doesn't make it any easier, it puts pressure on the shoulders | 
| Which is better: to suffer or to be heartless? | 
| I try my best to live honestly | 
| I blame myself for everything, I suffer from insomnia | 
| And it doesn't matter who's in charge here, let's be equal | 
| The secret of truth is that it hurts | 
| And you will close your heart from everyone | 
| I'm not insensitive, I just matured | 
| I just became different, I'm a meter away from my dream, | 
| But I also want to be loved, just like you | 
| I despise flattery and whispers behind my back | 
| Before me is a city with the same pictures | 
| Showcases, make-ups, mimes, life with springboards | 
| I wish the days were long again | 
| Sails, sea with dolphins, light on the waves | 
| Forests, mountains, plains, rap on the floor, | 
| But autumn dries up outside the window and I'm alone in the room with faith in myself | 
| As the years go by, it gets harder to fall in love, you know | 
| It's like in the lottery, where you still bet | 
| Win or lose, it doesn't matter | 
| It is important that the soul does not become paper | 
| After all, you pay her every day for evil | 
| Coming into contact with him as soon as it lit | 
| And so much anger accumulates accumulates accumulates | 
| And to explode you are looking for a reason like a bitch | 
| The desire to own makes us colder | 
| And you do not admire beauty, but root for it | 
| Oh professor, I don't see progress in treatment | 
| The disease whose name is attraction | 
| I don't see the point in fighting, why? | 
| If you can have everything without a fight | 
| If we only live once | 
| Why turn little things into rams | 
| We strangle talents in children, there is darkness in the head | 
| But there is enough mind for stereotypes, | 
| Can you look into a person's soul | 
| And see what he needs without violating anything? | 
| Who knows how to make jokes is often sad | 
| There is a tear in the left eye, the right one shines with happiness | 
| Thank you for living, thank you for the world | 
| I don't need anything, take time |