Текст песни СтасONE - Письма счастья

How long a dog howl or a wolf ...
Dragging a skinny longing ...
To pain in cheekbones ...
Before jumping from a chair ...
The panic fell asleep ...
Indifference touched the lips ...

here Either empty or sad ...
taste the salty smell of my muse ...
Get drunk in death -
In order to be insensitive ...
In the absence of quirks of fate
Convulsions are artificial ...
Like all your pseudo-world ...

and I’m digging my ass in the mail ...
by the way there
on purpose .. by your underline
put the vulgar breath
that pleases the soul ...
remember the best ...
since then .. when you were still young

Write me a letter
Letter
For the sake of one cherished word
Write in a hurry ... and burn it ...
then I'll breathe air again