Song: Cabernet

Weaker than I, the cocktails stronger.
I put all my demons to burn them.
Against panic attacks, sadness and tantrums,
Gathered a group of "Black Russian" and "Bloody Mary".

Here every second patient of the crazy house,
Where the temperature measures the calculator.
Here throwing your life away, but monitor someone's.
Build castles in the clouds, they live in shacks.
And, maybe, puddles on the throat, the sea on the shoulder to us
Here don't believe in fairytales, but every day waiting for a miracle.