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Shut up when the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!

I'm writing this to you from the room
Collecting words at train stations
My thoughts are full of bitterness
On a piece of paper and under the blanket
My youth seems eternal
Through the prism of glass bottles
Endless streets are visible
And the facades of panel tombs
All my friends in their best clothes
Spend carefree youth
Only the one with a dirty character
And naive childish desire
At home, it should be easier
Everything should be the best
Don't look, lower your eyes, don't listen

Shut up when the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!

Sometimes I get scared
That I will never escape
And be with someone someday

My happiness is in growing up
And moving away from here
There's no reason for more sadness
I won't be happy here for sure
No one will hold me back here
Force me to be around
Here rests someone's hope
I don't need such an outcome
And for now, spit on the sorrow
Gasping again from suffocation
Don't look, lower your eyes, don't listen

Shut up when the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!
When the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!

If it's quieter
Means everything is fine
Tomorrow will be easier
Hardly

Shut up when the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!