Among the saddest in the outlines of the houses of the city
Where you never no one was needed
Sad people jump into the sad windows
And snow in the air all over their dead bodies circling
Sad people are jealous of each other
And stupid people stepping on a rake again
The weather seemed to gang up on people
Well, we will soon die, it’s probably fine
Perhaps we just choked once
In a fit of feeling pinch the carotid artery
We will continue to sit on the windowsill in mourning
And we will cry, it’s probably fine
Among the sad faces of people who do not love
I think you lose a very important principle in
It’s probably fine, I’m already dead
But never forget their sad prince
I continue to be nobody among the rotten hruschёvok
I didn't achieve in my life absolutely nothing
Please leave memories in the memory
This is important, and you’ll be fine
Sad people nobody likes, it is an axiom;
You will not find me physically, but just remember
Your the scars on your hands just to remind the pain
I die today, and it’s great
Among the saddest in the outlines of the houses of the city
Where you never no one was needed
Sad people jump into the sad windows
And snow in the air all over their dead bodies circling
You cry into my pillow because you impotent
You admire, but cursing everything in the world
And I want to do terrible things with me;
And scary to think what will be your own children the same
I continue to be nobody among the rotten hruschёvok
I didn't achieve in my life absolutely nothing
Please leave memories in the memory
This is important, and you’ll be fine
Sad people nobody likes, it is an axiom;
You will not find me physically, but just remember
Your the scars on your hands just to remind the pain
I die today, and it’s great