Текст песни Нестеров и Антошкевич - Усталость

Life made me today
Another prostate massage.
All on the nerves, and all on evil,
Detached and slightly dented,

Crusted, always tired -
One in someone else's crowd
The company has given itself
For the average salary in Moscow.

From the office where the zombies are beating
In the "linen" void;
Where all hopes are blunting
Fly under the tail of a cat

There is vision until evening in the morning
It is rapidly weakening
And the files penetrate to the very top,
Eyes lose their lights, owns loosen

You spend on the road there
For an hour. Someone is longer
You pay days of life for this,
But they will not be anymore

You are returning home
To loved ones and relatives,
You go down in a swamp,
For a drunk weekend ...

Or crawl into the den
Empty where no one
Will not cause help,
Will not knock out the window ...

Five dead days are replaced
For two free days,
And many are trying to have time
Live in them for yourself

Similar paths -
The same shit!
Like warm and cramped
Moscow Metro
Are those people happy?
At the end I will conclude:
I am no better than them, but I don't want it so much !!!