В колонках играет - Soundgarden
Сидишь себе, думаешь о смысле жизни... то есть херней страдаешь, ждешь чего-то от нее, от жизни в смысле, а не от херни. Надеешься на лучшее, а оно как всегда. Такая муть в голове... Жуть. Не знаю, что делать дальше, типа на распутье. То ли продолжать ждать, то ли завязывать с этим и идти дальше. А что дальше?...
Another black
It's our hands makin us hurt
It's our friends, make 'em be heard
My wills are crashed, I can't find another
My dreams in trash, I don't need another
Another wills, another dreams as always
Our hands are tied, all friends have died
They cannot help us
Black cats are scratchin in my soul
I feel the hurt surround me, I know
Those shadows all around me won't let me go
I wanna runnin high but ridin slow
I'm ridin slow...
Routine is killin my mind
It's killin me, I take my gun
Walk down the street and see the red sun
It's washin up with blood, I guess it is the sign
Sign for what?
Sign for whom?
Sign for me
Sign for you
Sign for soon-comin death, for you and me
There are black clouds over my head
They are the last I've seen before I'm dead
I guess I wish and like to forget
All times when I've been regret
I've been regret...
My freedom's arrested
Again I'm suspected
I always expected that
And I want to forget
Forget my fears
Forget the sneers
Forget my fails
Forget the tales
Just want to forget
And never regret
I feel that my black days have come
They covered all around and the sun
Won't shine for me no more again
It seems to be no truly friends
No truly friends...
It's our hands makin us hurt
It's our friends, make 'em be heard
My wills are crashed, I can't find another
My dreams in trash, I don't need another
Another wills, another dreams as always
Our hands are tied, all friends have died
They cannot help us
(c) Gene's Lyrix January 28, 2003
Два года прошло.
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