Текст песни но межу нами говоря - вы уже прокляты и убиты

must now break the glass because the winter
look at the billboard in front of the empty window
and water dripping into the sink Whose apartment
and the room whose night it is someone else's perfect world

or end it all swallow me
It leaves a dark instead of a new day
terrible night but just like the day
advertises lamp light night provokes people

bite your elbows in bed confused
sheets with another skin, but they will not run away
because the day shift should occur
for the working man night terrible fear of death

She priplyashet to visit, and I wanted to but could not
to understand what it's all put on a new trench coat
Seller poisoned steak he sits and pukes
in the autumn-winter collection in store Topshop

PPP terrible night drunk kills a comedy
absruda about the war, the metro is closed for repairs
priladit loop to have to find the hook
smooth ceiling above me advertises morgue

night cold and scary - so wrap up warmer
I do not read the news this winter is no salvation
do not look for yourself, and if you found - you are already a corpse
all sentences will die in a few minutes

any thought rotten at the time the statements
and the people down in the subway, wearing paper masks
run there where there is no swine flu virus
leaving home, oral sex members and clitoris

but between you and me, you have cursed and killed
but I can not wait to open the window in the morning
honest freeze to death, or to wear a mask
Night street lantern or pharmacy store Paterson

end of the world - is to remain the same
such as has not happened yet, and fight for your life
pretend not to hear the stench in the metro
you do not see advertising & quot; you're already dead & quot; all the walls

terrible night! - Shove back into her ass
this suitcase existential shit
I refuse moral and social responsibility
bury me under the bottom rung of the career ladder

Eugene Vaganovich Sartre go fuck if
you do not have a clear explanation for these actions
why people laid the dynamite sticks in the mouth
disk conveyers ripped his stomach
proznali needle or head off with a rusty corkscrew
his throat stuffed a hot kachergu
climb trees have seized the poison clay
We fought a duel hybrid guns and sewing machines

Jean-Paul Petrosyan come to pussy, if you do not know
Answer why men and women do it
hug glowing fireplaces
They cut off his head homemade guillotine
jumped in fused glass and vent
removed its insides knitting hooks
crucify himself on the cross and of life care
Passionate dreams only to wake up alive