Wires above the head, tubes in the veins on the hands In the mask of nitrite and oxygen, they don't let you close your eyes The tea is cold, the breakfast is not touched, oranges on the table The heart is beating, barely, barely, the look froze on the ceiling Sick, hopelessly sick, incurable sick, reads in the line Blood, your hot blood, only need a word and your palm in hand It remains to live not long, I hear sounds in my head Scenes of tears and kisses, everything is tested on me It is impossible to live like this, there is no rest on the soul I swallow everything that can turn you off in yourself Sick, hopelessly sick, incurable sick, reads in the line Blood, your hot blood, only need a word and your palm in hand Soon my sea will freeze, I will go under the water, getting lost in the depths Sick, I was sick before the pain, and you remained frozen on the golden sand Taking drugs, I lay more comfortably on the couch Suddenly the throat rolled up, and then the wave went The sky opened up in the ceiling and spoke to me He tells me that I am sick and that there is no razor on my face Sick, hopelessly sick, incurable sick, reads in the line Blood, your hot blood, only need a word and your palm in hand Soon my sea will freeze, I will go under the water, getting lost in the depths Sick, I was sick before the pain, and you remained frozen on the golden sand I was sick, hopelessly sick, incurable sick, reads in the line Sick, hopelessly sick, incurable sick, reads in the line Blood, your hot blood, only need a word and your palm in hand Soon my sea will freeze, I will go under the water, getting lost in the depths Sick, I was sick before the pain, and you remained frozen on the golden sand