Текст песни КерамикА - Пули

Do not look, it hurts,
I wriggle around on the floor.
You can be happy,
But know this - I will not die.
We write for life
Eternal duel.
I shoot up -
Your move, Mademoiselle!

One hundred candles to the gods blew,
We'll catch a bullet,
Each shot - like last time.
And in the warm wax, warm
Forever together asleep -
Dark rum, let us commemorate.

You know, it was hard
Mark and release.
And probably, song
Total does not explain ...
Time will judge us,
In its place,
But not in this life -
Probably somewhere.

One hundred candles to the gods blew,
We'll catch a bullet,
Each shot - like last time.
And in the warm wax, warm
Forever together asleep -
Dark rum, let us commemorate.