On steps to club I don't hear anything simultaneously I love and hate everybody. For the sake of doooze I don't know, To what god to pray. The faces of people arooound Are overflown with rage.
Thirst of dose more important than freedom, from day to day people go around
But I just spit I am an addict.
What day is it today? And what's hour now? I just spit On who I'll be tomorrow for you,
And, it seems, my death will come soon, When euphoria flows in veins, but I still can't get high