Монолог - Самовнушение - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

For several days, good weather. For several days there is no mood. Some kind of dead condition. Some kind of dead. I want to burst into the blanket and not get out. Ah here you are, what the word "depression". Depression is when you do not feel the body, you are empty. All the insides pulled out. You don’t even hear your heart. You scream from the fact that it breaks you. From pain. Crack your hair and tease several hundred weak hair. You become crazy. You are engaged in self -hypnosis. A psychologist for himself. Funny. They told me that I was strong. They were amazed at me, amazed at my stamina when I am in my ears in shit. Stupid! Do you already do not understand that strong people are weaker than weak. It’s difficult for us. Accumulating lived and present, we do not look into the future. We are realists. It’s so easier for us to live. We do not show tears. Only the pillow feels them. We managed to come up with a mask of a fake face overnight, when we are lonely, we are afraid to show feelings. Only the most dear people ask to remove the mask. They see everything. They feel us for thousands of kilometers. And you? Do you feel me? Tell me, what am I today? What are I all these sunny days? .. In the meantime you think, I will say that I feel bad. I put all the masks in front of you. When you are near, all my pride, jealousy I throw over my shoulder. So it is necessary. I want you to see me real. You are easy and simple with you. Once I fought with myself for several years. The time has come and I'm tired of fighting. In our first meeting, you saw me exhausted with self -presentation, although it looks cheerful and crazy. Yes, it was a mask. You saw me, warmed me. I became manual. Again. I hid from others, ran away. I was afraid of them. Having met you, I turned into a manual kitten from a beaten animal. My only fear is that you will see that I got to my feet and let go. You will say that it's time to live a different life. You cannot even imagine how difficult it is to get used to someone else's hands. Again someone to open. Yes, banal phrases, vanilla speeches. Annoys. But these are feelings. It's hard to fight this. Help me ... I can't do that anymore. I want to your hands. Tired without your eyes. Reading your statement, you understand all this as notes of a madman. But this is really easier. Word does not blush. Electronic sheets are replaced by another sheet. I'm tired. No, not to print. Just tired of feelings. Find me the medicine. Just bring yourself and be near ... please ...