безымянный - я пришёл умирать в гостиницу к берегу моря - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I came to die in the hotel to the seafront. I did not want to hear the terrible sound of votes. Only people are empty here and there is a tarator, telling everything, as they suffered grief, sorry themselves, that there are not enough pearls.

I stood on the sand; Somehow it was sad to me right away. We are tied to life with all their own. From that and I want to tell me this phrase, which may seem equivalent to the order: "People, be people, and not some kind of deity."

When you are, like me, on the border of life and hell, feel the offense and say: "Why am I?", I will answer you from the next world: "What an annoyance that now, when taking into account this scenario, will be valuable not the value of your outfits, And so that you did not suffer in bed, your dullness bloom. "

Looking at the watch, I could only sigh sadly. It's time for me to go back to where I will meet peace. Approaching the scaffold, I expected to meet death literally. Although the skeleton in a raincoat and with oblique is somehow very trite, for me the appearance of this old woman will be let easy. Well, goodbye, my reader. It's time. It's time for me to slaughter.

So it ended my day in a hotel near the sea. I did not return more expensive familiar home. And now two concierge arguing among themselves, and in some places, the second to each other in the story, with the uncle the police it was very valid, they explained to him how boring my battle ended.