Мэджик Клево

What makes you think I'm sick? Everything all right
And your pity is generally inappropriate here
Yes, deep down, all the beds have been excavated
And look away, I'm tired, to be honest

And I won't give up the city without a fight
And I will fight until my blood is boiling
You're nobody to me, go away, leave me alone, and to hell with you
I became a rock, concrete, foundation, monolith

I'm like a Land Rover in the middle of a highway
I'm going 200, overtaking my fears
I just want to stand at the edge of a waterfall
Where all the troubles will dissolve and become dust

And alcohol and cigarettes won't help
You can cry, break dishes, and complain
You've tried to paint everything black
You don't even have to try to get it back

Fist fights are not your thing, you're all on edge
You're a master at ruining people's lives with a stab in the back You don't strive to be an example for your daughter You look longingly at the storefronts

I'm like a Land Rover in the middle of a highway I'm going 200 miles per hour, overtaking my fears I just want to stand at the edge of a waterfall Where all my troubles will dissolve and become dust