Текст песни Психея - Чужая жизнь

In any combination of numbers and signs
In any direction, both left and right
I only need a little underwater currents
I will not be frank in any direction
I will not become and abandoned a lie
I was put in a corner by someone else's hands
Incorrectly done slightly opaque
Among the grasses and leaves I am pale and inconspicuous
Confusing the trail of an unlucky thought
Someone gave his hands, they suddenly sagged
Gone are the words, all the movement is gone
The day of death coincided with my birthday