NERVOUS کے بول

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…