Текст песни Андрей Зражевский - Твое нутро

Your insides: maple honey and blood,
For sweetness hidden taste of blood.
You smiled, a smile - a lie,
Already there is nothing better than this Novi.

Wrist thin narrow lines.
Iskra blesnesh and pomerknёsh from view.
No, not rock, stream around rocks
And your blood oozing out of porcelain.

Transparent fingers fabulous inheritance,
The hand carry translucent firs.
You are indifferent to the chain of peace affairs,
You build your night in the shadow of the constellations.

Oh, gods, gods chiseled porcelain,
At other times, indecent praise,
But I remembered the feeling from that time:
It can injure their beauty.

Andrew Zrazhevsky