Текст песни хайдеггержив - Стрелок

Seven breaths, seven breaths, I made the decision,
Choose a goal, I begin to move.
Seven breaths, seven breaths, tracking devices,
Issued quota, I'm starting to move.

My instrument in the violin case.
The art of this would have envied Schnittke,
But chiromantists mistaken and deceived constellation
Firm fingers bring retribution.

I learned how to wait.
Slowly, right
Marker allocate
The most important thing.

Symphony of the shot, the trajectory of the notes,
Terribly writhing elected, disgusting to vomit,
But seven breaths, seven breaths, continues to move,
Fire without emotion, just for effect.

I learned how to wait.
Slowly, right
Marker allocate
The most important thing.