Alexander Kondrakov - With this bottle in my hand 

Alexander Kondrakov - With this bottle in my hand
Late I know
Doesn’t mean I have to go
Truthfully I better stay
Even if, it’s so late
It better than what waits
All alone
Siting in an empty home
Feelings better left alone
Or they will burn a hole
In already broken soul
I give up all my life, all for here
And what I can’t deny
What I couldn’t do
Save here from this wretched world
With its problems and disease
Listen I can’t make it all go away
It’s bitter to sit, right here, pretend that am ok
Drowning all the truth with this bottle in my hand
Yes I know
Liquor will not help at all
But you know I can’t go home
When she’s gone
I’m all alone
There’s no good place at all
Truthfully
I thing I will never be, free
Maybe cause I’m blame myself
That I couldn’t see
That she needed me
I give up all my life, all for here
And what I can’t deny
What I couldn’t do
Save here from this wretched world
With its problems and disease
Now listen I can’t make it all go away
It’s bitter to sit, right here, pretend that am ok
Drowning all the truth with this bottle in my hand
All I hope she’s happy now and in peace
But I will never know if such place exist
That’s why I drowning all my pain, with a bottle in my hand
That’s why I drowning all my pain, with a bottle in my hand