Nell - Самовнушение - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

For several days already have good weather. For several days there is no mood. Some dead condition. Some kind of dead me. I want to break into the blanket and do not get out. Oh, here you are, what the word "depression". Depression is when you do not feel the bodies, you are empty. All insides pulled out. Even hearts do not hear. You shout from what bursts you. From pain. We grab the hair and get out of a few hundred weak hair. You become crazy. You are engaged in self-sufficiency. Himself a psychologist. Funny. I was told that I am strong. I was amazed, my durability was amazed when I was on the ears in shit. Stupid! Do not you already understand that strong people are weaker than weak. It is difficult for us. Accumulating the lived and present, we do not look into the future. We are realists. It is easier for us to live. We do not show tears. They only feel the pillow. We managed to come up with a fake fake mask for the night, when we are lonely, we are afraid to show feelings. Only the most expensive people ask to remove the mask. They see everything. They feel us thousands of kilometers. And you? Do you feel me? Tell me, what am I today? What is all these sunny days? .. In the meantime, you think I will say that I feel bad. I put all the masks before you. When you're near, all your pride, jealousy I throw over my shoulder. So need. I want you to see me true. With you easy and simple. Once I fought with me for several years. It's time, and I'm tired of fighting. In our first meeting, you saw me exhausted from the sifune, although the kind of fun and crazy. Yes, it was a mask. You saw me warmed. I became manual. Again. From others I hid, ran away. I was afraid of them. Having met you, I turned from the beaten animal in a hand kitten. My only fear is what you will see that I got to your feet and let go. You will say that it is time to live another life. You don't even imagine yourself, how difficult it is to get used to foreign hands. Again to open someone. Yes, banal phrases, vanilla speeches. Annoys. But these are feelings. It's hard to fight with it. Help me ... I can't so much. I want to go to your hands. Tired without your eyes. Re-reading your statement, you understand all this as notes of the crazy. But this is true easier. Word does not blush. Electronic sheets are replaced by another sheet. I'm tired. No, not print. Just tired of feelings. Find me a medicine. Just bring yourself and be there ... please ...