Текст песни Психея - Вскрылись Раны

Wet movements,
More blood - less friction .
Yes I am sweet, I suck-up ,
I am your God, your God and your enemy .

Stone me passer in the back to throw ,
You are the same .
On the hand, I embroider -
I am your God, your God and your enemy .

All I see hate ,
Even you are my enemy .
Knife your tongue licking my ,
And the fear disappears .

In my throat ,
Dyshut cats .
Wait a little longer ,
I do not know will not hurt ,
I am your God, your God and your enemy .

Every small child ,
And the boy and girl ,
Their bedding and diapers ,
Since childhood hiding scum .