ПТВП - Я проткнул свою руку шилом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I pierced my hand with an awl and now the whole palm was dull, I wanted to be beautiful, although it looks bad. A drunken scum was gloating - too, to me, grief ... And blood flowed on the sewage in the Baltic Sea. I dreamed of seeing them hanged !!! Those who surrounded me to shoot me like dog dogs ... One of them told me - you are shit! Nobody needs you! I replied that everyone needs, and in his pupils of the narrowed ones, I shone with Bethlehem. Then I beat him his face, and whores pulled me, one of which, along the way, tore off. On the bed in a smoked room, I woke up ... The window scratched the snow ... People walked along the street. There was only one person among them. He went into this room. I felt bad. ... It seems that it was a resurrection ... He grabbed my hand - listen, Lech, I am the Russian poet Sergey Yesenin! - Leave me alone! I shouted in horror, - you hanged yourself in the last century, having previously cut out the veins! - And the room is spinning, turning its walls.