Терапія III

English translation

. Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My cant said: "Keep your eyes on the gas."

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My cant said: "Keep your eyes on the gas."

I inhale thirty-first twelve twenty-fifth.

There is nothing to ask here, because I will not celebrate. Nothing has changed, only the address where I live.

Plus-minus itself, as in the twenty-fourth, after all. Post "New Year" outside the window, post-rock speakers.

No one saw the post on the network, it passed by.

The twenty-sixth took over, so far at random. They haven't accepted me yet, but no one has canceled.

Every night, right before going to bed, I promise to wake up and become a normal boy. hello doctor

Yes. Can I make an appointment? At any convenient time. You are literally behind the glass.

Once again, I sit down and look at my notes. What did I want to say to myself or to you?

The monotonous flow of my life in random lines, because all these things are nothing more than memory and dust. He froze in the middle of everything, as if paralyzed.

I don't understand where to go and who is around. There is a Dallas program, the fight for service is urgent.

I'm stuck in captivity, I won't get out even with a narcologist. Three hours on the phone with a best friend.

I listen, I don't interrupt, otherwise why should I?

Brother, you are not alone, and some other banal phrases. Probably, it should be so. Soryan, if offended.

The calendar autumn outside the window quietly reminds that the imaginary summer has long passed by.

There are thousands of words in my drafts, but who can tell? All acquaintances have acquired extreme houses.

No words needed, magic pill. Colors are missing, they no longer exist. Minutes or years?

As if without pressure. The question is rhetorical. It's good that it's not Easter.

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My cant said: "Keep your eyes on the gas." Hey, anger, there's no turning back.

The world showed me its face a long time ago. Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here.

My cant said: "Keep your eyes on the gas." Above me is a starry sky.

I listen, and quietly, but as if by myself. Not a single prayer is heard in the dead woods.

God is off today. Buddha Is it Allah?

Other people's children, houses, expenses are growing up quickly, but I won't grow up anymore. That's the truth.

I don't try to squeeze out of myself what I am not, because with such a schedule, the real inside rots.

I can't stand people, especially strangers. Did you want to help? Ha? Get out of here, help me.

Where did I pay, tell me, to have this internal spring clamp? Because of this, he lived like this for half his life.

I'm racking up more debts, it's not enough. Maybe I'll settle down someday, I'll be lucky.

Dreams about a bunch of licorice cabbage are like meringue. I'm not your brother, my conscience never bothers me. In spite of

I pass Avora, there are ordinary people running. The smell is familiar.

It's the smell of poverty. There is never any escape, not even the slightest intention.

If I go, I will only go to my solitary cell. In the morning, I keep repeating this memorized mantra to myself. Not working.

And who would now suggest why?

I would ban the neighbors at the legislative level, for such actions the universe sent us a plague. They are only visually dominated by white Tasters.

The brain immediately says: "You, you old man."

My heart is pounding, cluster pains in my head. And I have to complete the mastering for this track.

Sometimes it seems that I am creative as hell, but I sell my life, like everyone else, for pennies.

Somehow out of hand, as if the pockets are shallow. There is no choice, I pretend to be a hobby type.

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My cant said: "Keep your eyes on the gas."

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My cant said: "Keep your eyes on the gas."

I remember a sad guy from childhood on the bench. He and I bargained for Iron Maiden.

He tried very hard to be young and understanding, with us on the topic.

At that time, I did not realize what darkness was in his soul. I thought how old he was, not a boy at all.

A lot of years have passed, now I am getting old myself. I remember who Tarzan is. Havayu Urolesan.

If someone had told me, I would not have believed it with a lot of tears.

With age, you begin to understand, I'll tell you simply, these strange numbers of one hundred and forty dashes and ninety are not interesting, now other numbers.

Believe me, damn, it's better to be less than a hundred and twenty to eighty. Knees are not embarrassing, glory

By God, other things are. I won't tell you about it, you have your own mess.

A cold white powder fell from the sky. Maybe someone would screw up a firecracker outside or something?

Too long at the computer, my head is already in stitches. Black smoke seeps slowly through the gray roof.

Now I will endure how work presses on my temples. I didn't even think of any irony here.

I would like to have a croissant with chocolate for tea. Thank heaven, I still go outside alone.

Room, temple, travel, Instagram, restaurant, pro-Sleep on the couch.

I would run from the big one, but there is dead silence on the Azteca, there is no one in the assault, so what am I writing?

A warm candle flame creates cold thoughts.

If I was drunk again, I would get drunk today. There is no relief - this is what I feel from warm tea.

I swear, I testify that the meaning seems to have been lost, and with it all the power.

Things are in places, and if he smoked, he would smoke a jamb. Hey, anger, there's no turning back.

The world showed me its face a long time ago. Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here.

My Kent said: "keep your eyes open and walk." Hey, anger, there's no turning back.

The world showed me its face a long time ago. Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here.

My Kent said, "keep your eyes open and walk." I don't like to wake up very early. You know what? of what

Because it's some kind of bullshit. Before, I didn't use everything, but used it, and then gave a fool.

What? This is some kind of bullshit. My lyrics are gloomy, in principle, as well as beats.

Don't tell me how to do, I won't tell you where to go.

It's unbearable inside, it's good that you're always free. I treat the pain and with these medicines I feed the soul. It's a great idea to ask people.

Don't ask questions when you don't want answers. You can…

You may not hear, even if you have ears. There are only two types of people: those who read and those who listen.

Surprisingly, today is a wonderful morning. Time to do something that I didn't do when it was bad.

Much has been lost, indifferent or indifferent.

Certain things, like time, I will never make up for.

I want peace, so that above my head there is peace in my head, so that everyone around me has their own and new memories. I am constantly spinning in the music, I carry the inertia of the body.

About a little further than the middle of my life. Every day I feel weak, as if on the edge.

I don't solve my problems, I create them.

I carefully summarize myself in these strange poems, as they are, no better, no worse.

I agree once again with myself that we all came from the void. I don't count to ten to get my point across.

No one can hear you, bro, I tell myself to forgive. In general, fuck it, I'll go and update the playlists.

It seemed that life is ahead, but behind it. Each picture is engraved on the map with a flag.

I'm burning alive and thinking: it will blow away. Well, that's all, I exhale, still not finding the meaning.

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My Kent said: "Keep your voice down and walk."

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world has already shown me this face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My Kent said: "Keep your voice down and walk."

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My Kent said: "Keep your voice down and walk."

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My Kent said: "Keep your voice down and walk away."

Hey, anger, there's no turning back. The world showed me its face a long time ago.

Rotten bazaar, only cheap excitement here. My Kent said: "Keep your voice down and walk away." Hey, braza