Текст песни Петр Доротов - Утраченное искусство убийства

Under acid hour
Under acid-nine
I found myself washed up in paradise

Like before
She never objected
Someone else washed up in paradise

And what a beautiful day for murder
You call yourself a killer, but the only thing you're killing this time
There is nothing more absurd
The bird is only the essence
To your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind.

Oh, do not look at me like that.
It will not take you back.
You said too much, you were too rough
Stand with your knees well
Stop that smoking
You can change your life
Do you think you'll change their opinion

There was no light before
No light behind