Текст песни Сам Себе Джо - Убивать

"Kill"

In this day there is no truth, nor grief - change,
Salt sugar, the truth of others' opinions,
Like moles spudded in bed.
Sing me a song about what had happened,
Sing me a verse of the dawn, where the bottom is not seen,
In this dream, only sand, but the dog been killed,
Under the wheels of truth continue to shoot.

Sing me a song about what I wanted to be,
Sing me a poem about spring, where dawn does not see,
In this day dream, and something else
This to me only the night and kill.

...
Nikita Bobrov (Spring 2010).