Валерия Битюцкая - Рецидив - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I need people, but they do not need me. I'm outside the blanket, I'm loaded again. Studying, problems, love, and my father tells me - rolled up, you are not well done. I am sad at night and bad, I cut my wrists, I do not believe in God, I think that he had left us recently, I wanted to kill us at least a little humane. He broke into stiffness, universal rudeness. And the bone is tearing my own, I will stoop. I was overcome by a relapse of my sadness, a remission of joy came. I disappear vaguely in the attacks of my weakness. Cigarettes about the skin and hellish torment, I hope my grandchildren will not remember me tobacco smoke with me into the house, where all sadness awaits me, again scandals with my father, and no one will come. I dance on your graves, and I will kill this fatigue in myself. You burn me slowly, passionately and cute to us no longer sang and we didn’t play ...