Поехавший битард - Ты умрешь через 3 недели - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fm C I'm so fucking sick of living already F F I don't want to put up with this. Fm C It's easier to just die, F F Close your eyes and forget everything. Fm C All the humiliations that you can't stand. F F All the mockery of your ugly face. Fm C You buy junk from some dealer, F F Fm And he says that everything will soon become quiet... Chorus: Fm C F Desamorphine flows through the vein, F Fm And you will die in three weeks You will rot inside, like all your problems and no one will come to the rescue. Be sure. You eat pills and then wash them down with vodka. And all in the hope that someday it will become easier for you, But then the withdrawal will come and you will understand everything at once, That everything will remain the same and nothing else... Chorus: Desamorphine flows through the vein, And you will die in three weeks You will be inside, like all your problems and no one will come to the rescue. Be sure. Morally dismembered and cremated feelings, Masters of throwing a noose on someone else's head, But you were in hope that everything would be as before, But you're killing your body, look Chorus: Desamorphine flows through the vein, And you'll die in three weeks You'll be inside, like all your problems and no one will come to help. Be sure...