Moscow City - Не о чем писать или просто труп - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

nothing to write about or just stupid no thoughts only noise I write on a piece of paper just emptiness an empty notebook, an empty line an empty cell, an empty head I wrote all night but didn’t write a single line out of boredom I corrected dots for dots... a hood on my head and headphones in my ears I’m leaving this world, so obviously it will be better, they shouted that they are badly needed, but now they’re thrown into a puddle alone, you’ll think you’re sick, you’ll think you’ve got a cold, a couple of years will pass, they’ll forget who I was, what I am, what I will always be, and even the angels don’t hear the cries of the soul in an instant, one jump from the roof doesn’t what to write about or just stupid no thoughts only noise I draw on a sheet of paper only emptiness I was not afraid of death, not when in life the fittest survive but in life there is still little meaning in life and it hurts so much when they say you are good for nothing, but I find meaning in life and in these melodies I found something to write about; I was not stupid, because there is no point in drawing only emptiness on a sheet of paper.