Текст песни Аян RM Байгаскин - Маньяк

Sea of ​​blood and blue flesh,
Non-early people knocked into the house.
And the eyes ask to give them a stone in hand,
Drag home and ride

But I'm not a maniac, I'm sick,
I have the fate itself.

Strong fingers, hooked fingers
And face without skin, and I am very sorry.
Will you cry, call,
And I will arrange dancing
And perhaps maybe
I love you, creature.

But I'm not a maniac, I'm sick,
I so want to be with you.

And in the Arab living room I will kill you
Sorry your flesh, take off your scalp.
I will remember how you loved you
But no one will know about this love.

I want blood, I want a heart
In his hands, someone else's life.
Hold your soul, look into the eyes
And put your fangs.

I want blood, I want a heart
In their hands, someone else's life
Hold your soul
Whisper to you:
"I love you".