Текст песни Борщик - Романтически неизлечимо

My snotty nose, I still catch the smell of your perfume, he now lives in my room and penetrated the depths of my pores. Every time I smell it, you are in front of my eyes. Your long beautiful hair, kind eyes and warm, gentle hands ... The heart begins to beat your name according to the syllables and I again find myself in the abyss of that passion and torment, the grip of which I have already forgotten. Thoughts wrap me in a thick, cramped blanket, dreams heat him up, feelings poke my nose with a rag with chloroform. I hold on, so as not to lose consciousness, struggling with all my strength. But all attempts are in vain. I am in your power again and you can turn me around as you like. I'm sick of you again. Again, I was mistaken in everything that I lived before.
I dream about you, every night more and more often and again I live in dreams ... It seemed to me that I was cured. But every time I understand that the disease is slowly progressing in me. In a way, it can be compared to cancer. At first it seems that there is an opportunity to be cured. But still, you are trying to have time to do what you would like and would not do, the circumstances are different. And it seems that it’s not scary, everything goes by the wayside. The disease subsides in you. and from this Confidence in healing is growing every time. And then, one fine moment, you accidentally hear the clock ticking inside you. A disease brought them with a key. And how much you have left, you do not know. But the clock is still ticking, reminiscent of the approaching end and does not allow to relax. So with me, you are my disease. You started the watch and I hear its ticking ... I’m scared .. You destroy all my ideas about the world and the dam of life experience, built against external stimuli, collapses before your silence and the faint smell of your spirits ... I become vulnerable and completely uncontrollable ... And again, it is romantically incurable ...