Текст песни Лиса - А может

You people always have your own people. Someone’s hands were once cut, Someone is in a hurry, and you don’t care, someone urgently needs to go to bed with warm words, cold hands, thoughts ... With a headache neither to me nor to my friends, Neurologist smokes nervously nerves, Every passer-by wants to escape with thoughts of hope, or maybe doesn’t want, or not about hope, or not a passer-by ... but the first one who wants to pour out his soul, who listens, apologizes, will pass, but he will understand, he will understand everything. And you know, yes, nevertheless a passer-by ... And I am driven by trifles by doctors, whom I hate, or some ... Everyone has “My pain is stronger” in my head, and I pass forward, becoming weak-willed. The scars on the eyelashes will be painless, only tears will make the eyes look displeased. Do not dare. Do not laugh. Every day we are getting closer to summer. You smeared your hands in bruises, and in other people's apartments there was not even a place for a childhood hackneyed by everyone, because pills are more expensive than cotton candy. Two hours left before sunset, and I need to see your hands. You still smoke, I still have everything - it’s the same, It’s the same, only without “everything”. Please take care of yourself, I’m disastrously small for you, You are still with someone, but I don’t have anyone ... Insomnia attacked the capital, And we all seem to be on equal terms, Only someone with someone, and someone with a sheet from a crumpled notebook. Take care, I beg. Take care, only for God's sake. Here I treat you with lines, But I still have few of you, As the summer was sorely missed. We always have our own people. And I would have a revolver and rush into your speech sweet, bitter, deceitful, short.
I'm tired of tearing my voice
Tearing off a shower curtain.
I'm alone in my soul
Or maybe not in the shower
Or maybe not me.