MIXTURE, ЧУ4ЕЛО - О. М. К - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A lonely, gloomy room, and I'm alone in this city.

I'm suffocating and drowning in this pool.

Lord! Please help me!

Answer my questions.

How can I live alone? How can I live without tasting salt and bitterness? How can I live kindly and conscientiously, and come to my senses?

I knelt, asking God for an answer.

The dial tone was unavailable.

They were talking to me instead, and I only asked for one thing.

A dialogue with someone, but instead...

I banged my head against the wall, overcome with a sense of withdrawal.

Kneeling all night in the dark.

I looked at the window and didn't see the dawn.

A lonely, gloomy room.

And the neighbors don't bother me.

They don't even call me to work.

I'll spend the whole day in bed.

Am I hooked on drugs?

I don't give a shit about this.

Life's like a game.

I wanted to screw up.

I don't need your tips here.

I developed the gameplay, what a gift.

I looked here, there's no God here.

They screwed me, where's the answer?

It was like a fucking novel.

And it turned out to be a lie and a deception.

What the fuck is this, these flat rhymes?

No need to cry about hopes and games here.

I'm on fire, like a Christmas tree.

I have a needle and a rope in reserve.