Текст песни Мертвий Півень - Карколомні перевтілення

Now you have finally given order to your heart,
Ads for all girls -
It will be a ball of love, a carnival -
They come out of a thousand mirrors.
Mermaid ash in the style of punk,
Modern nymphs, you're their god, after all,
The poet of their hands and feet, and the slave of their breasts,
A sun cocktail flows into your mouth.

Their language is dumb, drunken and thick,
Fly against the background of buildings their mouths,
The girls go in projections of all,
Their lines sound and call for laughter.
They are built of circles, semicircles and arcs,
In the forms of bodies the spirit crushes and suffers,
Around the flow of love halves,
And you think alone on the bench.