Life is hard, hard, hard The game is dry from day to day So shallow You get water in your mouth Probably a thousand times I fall face down Teeth bite the sand And as if full of strength A long-forgotten flower I don't know which one to take You probably have it too The cellar is like an old vinyl I want to be alone again I don't know which one to take The cellar is like an old vinyl Everything is dead The ground is a cold dump In my dreams I'm trying to get out I'm trying to get out Dogs cry at night Because the world makes them so sad So that you hang on the ribs of old bars I remember old times The wind blew those dreams The crows were kicking the crows Weapons from wasted years Underground again, I'm sightseeing I'm listening to the saxophone The same river is pouring us Full of dirty water I don't appreciate it at all I have no limits You can't not remember Like a gram of washed hands Fire in the arteries And it doesn't hurt anymore Even in the memories Like a bullet in the blood vessel The same theme Like a torn film I miss the murky days Like a long dream In the shadow of insects We're hibernating again A cut letter is following you Maybe you can glue it What is written there Because I have old rubbish What is written there Because I have old rubbish Because I have old rubbish