Текст песни Крематорий - Jeff-белая кровь

I would build a house, I would be big,
I played to whistle the wind of all the gods
In his century
If it would not be "jeff", if it would not be white blood.
There, under the southern cross,
where heat and winter,
Free rider in your sweet dreams
I would be now
If it would not be "jeff", if it would not be white blood.

Here, in this dirt, here, under this dim moon,
There are no stars in darkness, no rest in dreams,
No love in the shower ...
Only "jeff", only white blood!