Текст песни Мы живы - Нотки смерти

1
Death notes every day
My apartment is awfully lazy
Work on yourself
And even die.
It seems to be a genius, but it seems not,
The most unnecessary poet in the world.
Pen and paper fly first class
From a height of ten years.

2
I took everything out of the apartment that is possible
And ran away urgently, ran away urgently
To the border, to where the city is
Turns to the steppe.
Long road, my anxiety is boiling
Why are you so many, why are you so many?
I am the antichrist, my hands
Up to the elbows in blood.