Песня: Nervous How irritable can be people Silly seemed to me their speeches The more meeting in these minutes The more you fill with malice (than becomes nervous break off)
I damn all everywhere, ready to breakloose on to anyone Dirty beggar or rich stout Don't get under my hand, for god's sake (time to time) I'm nervous man
[Chorus:] I'm nervous, I'm tired of you Get out of my head, primitive race Don't say, don't ask, don't blame me now I'm sick of it all
All nervous cells are almost dead, in my boby That's why I often can loose my temper And don't forget, sons of bitches, I live only for myself!
Streams of irritables can be extinguished, When you know how to relax, In a silence, alone, in soul's depth, Bury the malice for a while...
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