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...