Will in a fist, thoughts in different directions
Black crows are walking in my room
On the ceiling, lonely feelings are gathered
They crash on my head

Didn't lose my mind, and quite consciously
I inhale this poison along with the air
The fog does not go away with age
I seek, I scream in a hoarse voice
These stripes are black and white

I found love, but I lost faith in it
She is alive and she is still breathing
And I feel she's looking for me too
Headache, but no aspirin

So why am I taking these cough drops?
No substitutes for this world are needed
There is a disease for which there is no cure
I need fresh air and I'm not afraid