Pure positivity =)
I listen carefully to the sounds of footsteps:
What if this is my death?
What if this is my death?
She'll wave her scythe - or whatever else she has -
Without me ever understanding who I am.
Without me ever understanding who I am.
It's too late to drink Borjomi if your kidneys have fallen off -
That's the situation.
Exactly that situation.
And you can't get any answers, no matter what you promise -
She offers no guarantees.
She offers no guarantees.
No, not to me,
No, not to me...
So, there must be trouble somewhere,
But not today, not to me.
I carefully drink my beer, listening to the doorbell -
Maybe this is my life?
Maybe this is my life?
Maybe she'll come by, we'll sit and chat,
Maybe she'll bring some dried roach -
Am I really such a pig?
Or am I a pig?
I understand: I don't have a palace, of course -
Two chairs, a TV, a sofa, a chest of drawers...
Chairs, a TV, a sofa, a chest of drawers...
I sit and drink alone,
But since I opened it, I have to finish it: maybe she'll come back...
Or maybe she'll come back...
No, not to me
No, not to me
Although someone is ringing...
And my door is open!