The roof of this small place with the most thoughtful eyes
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From day to day I spend time
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I don't deny at all that it's not because of us
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You house the most dangerous thing is a bread knife
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Well, that's where we cook
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So I try to make an effort, I don’t throw a hole in the walls
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I know it's not time to throw in
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The cavities of the past should be covered first
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I run towards the light, but the tunnel is long
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Even if you get there, life is no worse
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There are hopes for better, you can see the bruises are enough
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Although I can withstand the shocks, I still feel like it
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You do not have time to leave?
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Ku always trouble, you did not bring the sky to press on
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I would like to give a face to this pain
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I try not to act against the will
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There are two compulsions in life and one of them is done
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They are birth and death, I can not get acquainted with another
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Therefore, the roof forward, but the godboard
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Why does getting higher go through mud?
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The journey continues, I know where
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Everyone goes there, on others the road is the longest
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Otherwise short, you could ask
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Quietly, "Where are we going?"
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From what I live, I call it a shout or a ghetto
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Where there are, there is a big time difference
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I speak gloomily whether it is cool or scared
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Speeches increase even when you tell a wet dream without clears
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I don’t shy away from the means until I put a blanket on my ears
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Like a toddler, no trolling under the blanket at all
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And at the same time I see a dark future
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As a glimpse out of the dream evaporates them
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Gloomy feelings, though eventually swell them again
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Turning into a cynical feeling, always tasting
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Equally cold and tenacious yesterday
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No tears, for no matter how we cry, they don't
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No worries off the chest
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Liquor washes away worries, listen to your chest
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Breaks the surface of the head when the evenings rot
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Don't spare the boat to crash, but there's too much here
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The journey continues, I know where
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Everyone goes there, on others the road is the longest
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Otherwise short, you could ask
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Quietly, "Where are we going?"
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To some extent, I hope you missed the days
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For a while, I feel like I can't get anything out of it
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The food doesn't taste good, the drink goes in front of it too
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To the eye of the roof mirror, oddly enough, they also bleed
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There is a frame more than Karma and Spirit
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That vodka scream is screaming that I won't refuel
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Conscience shakes, I am sharp
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But the better half of the personality probably won’t come to the fair
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So the roller coaster continues to decline
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But somewhere there will be a limit to how much shit can fit
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Today between the wagon and those cold rails
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Until I derail and still pull my hand
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Sit the emergency brakes, but it's too late
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The film is past the eyes and a small little head on a bike
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I wonder about this soft white spot
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I immediately realize everything I look at you did down
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The journey continues, I know where
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Everyone goes there, on others the road is the longest
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Otherwise short, you could ask
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Quietly, "Where are we going?"
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(Na-na na-na na-na na-na)
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Na-na naa-na naa-na, na-na naa-na naa-na
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Na-na na-na na-na na-na, na-na na-na-na
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Na-na naa-na)
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The journey continues, I know where
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Everyone goes there, on others the road is the longest
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Otherwise short, you could ask
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Quietly, "Where are we going?" |