Полумягкие - Я так рад, что ещё кому-то нужен - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I’m so glad that someone else needs it, that I have plasticine for breakfast, amphetamine for dinner, that between this and that my plus is put on the bit, that at least I’m loved - I still have to live. It’s such a pity to remember what I did these years, that I always didn’t care about fashion, now we are in fashion. my family martini, beat, pass plus pathos, and I often raised my temperature with my nostrils. my beloved endured for a long time, forgave, and I still stain notebooks with ink, you are my dear, thank you for everything, and I hope that everything will be fine with us. It’s hard for me to admit all my failures, and the fact that my mother cried at night under the covers. and the fact that my nerves were giving in, she screamed at me, and at that time I was just released from the hair dryer. in general, all these clubs left a mark on the liver, and in vain you are treating me that time heals. I was careless, fucked up forever, as a result of nostalgia, I was almost exposed on sale. Let’s at least remember the BMW model 528, how much was eaten there by this same nose, with that same snob, or in Lekha’s apartment, when there were dialogues in the kitchen over tea until the morning. when you can’t see the pupils of everyone who was there, when you lost 7 kilograms in two days, when you have 10 grams in your pocket and 10 in the refrigerator, when the sunlight infuriates you in the morning. I was wrong on every point, but I still followed my own route, maybe it was stupid that I was stupid, but I still value these muddies. in the evenings there are calls - “there are 20 round ones”, how many of these takes have already been and will be, these muddy everyday life, damn them, they are always ready to move for weight, number one. every day is new, the routes are old, homeless people are collecting glass containers on the street, and yesterday you and I, in an unreal frenzy, scared all passers-by with our pupils. They fire behind us, we often get burned ourselves, we use force to decide where our brains can’t handle it, and what you wanted, they can’t handle it anyway, if they melt like that every time on weekends. all this is visible through the eyes of photo reports, the geometry of the hands, you don’t even notice, then people look, see, they want the same, they want to take weight, a lot - a little for each. we will live the way we always wanted when these white snowstorms pass. we will love as we have not yet been able to; love is not just about jumping on beds. winter will pass, warmth and affection will appear, probably this fairy tale is also tired, probably my rap is more Centr than Caste, in the evenings I put toothpaste in my gums with my fingers. you can call it that, there is no way back, there are only a couple of people whom I call “brother”, a couple of ways, and hundreds more where you can pick up, the main thing is to know on time, the main thing is not to be late, the main thing is not to slow down on traffic - achieve , the main thing is to say a few words that weigh, the main thing comes over the years in this close business, I hope you understand what this song is about.