Late-night program on radio
cockroaches in the kitchen
water dripping in a sink
everything was in vain
Room full of desperation
I have nowhere to run
Whole life the same shit
Next to you I lie dead
At two o'clock garbage man will take out the trash
At three o'clock they'll bring yogurt and milk
At six you'll go to work
At eight I'll be far away
You look at the smile on my face
You have no idea what lies behind it
I'll send you a postcard
greetings from Tunguska
Room full of desperation
I have nowhere to run
Whole life the same shit
Next to you I lie dead