You give me everything
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What is stored in the hearts
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What flows in tears -
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And don't regret anything later
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What years fly, what else to sell
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Just give me your palm
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And always in the eyes - look into the eyes, my eyes
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After all, I'm ready to give you this world
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I was knee-deep in the sea,
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But it suddenly became a swamp
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Then - to the waist, then - to the elbow
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Huge lump, swill, gunpowder, lust
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Pearl, but it came to the throat
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Went to the bottom so amorphously and so submissively
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The city around was now more and more like Mordor
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I thought that I can do everything and I can do everything,
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But now, I'm already sitting on the floor in the hallway dead
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Almost burned out, but did not go out
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Doctors said - lucky, not knowing that this is not the first time
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I almost believed in God, but there is no way,
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And if there is, then we don’t give a fuck about each other
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And again wrapped in a cocoon, I'm looking for myself,
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But I only find my own kind
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Moscow sends again, again disruptions and haze
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And only you alone could save me
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You give me everything
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What is stored in the hearts
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What flows in tears -
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And don't regret anything later
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What years fly, what else to sell
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Just give me your palm
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And always in the eyes - look into the eyes, my eyes
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After all, I'm ready to give you this world
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From the very start I chose the path of a fatalist
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Fuck what will happen tomorrow - it's not close yet
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And as often happens, I did not notice those
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Who sincerely supported me and prayed at night
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Didn't give a damn about everything, values are goals
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Helped to distract the placebo effect
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And losing faith, with every moment
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Eyes less and less looking towards the sky
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As a result, he spat on himself, naturally
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Wasting time in smoky taverns
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With the same as I poured tanks into myself
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Then I looked in the mirror, it was bad
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It was sickening, in this routine spiral
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It became clear, for sure - I was losing myself.
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I almost spent myself - burned to the ground
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And only you could save
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You give me everything
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What is stored in the hearts
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What flows in tears -
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And don't regret anything later
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What years fly, what else to sell
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Just give me your palm
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And always in the eyes - look into the eyes, my eyes
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After all, I'm ready to give you this world |