Do svidaniya

whilst smoking my cigarette

I hold my head and tears

scratch my eyes, blinding me of my fears

I have no truth or home I have nothing left

trying to live and forget, redemption!
lifeless, I care not, becoming dull
for a shallow minded surrounding,

always a bum and thief for my own soul,
I neglect having my heart pounding
I dwell as pestilence without intention