Текст песни Технология - Скорая помощь

Death - is something that does not come immediately
Nervous night, sunny day
You do not disturb her in vain
Do not you mess, do not play with fire
Death - is that calls and beckons
I know the taste of death under the tongue
Melts piece of acidic paper
You, too, probably, with this sign

Broken Joint - not the worst
New hammer, but keep in mind
Broken destinies mystery yesterday
Today will be on everyone's mind
Death - a program of napalm white
Which one you will eat
Know, sharing with her blood and body
She remembers, loves and waits

Ambulance flies to the red
But all in vain, in vain have
You closed the road back
welcome to Hell