Текст песни Время Валтасара - Уйти

Think about it: how good
Fade in the sun in a concrete box
Powder my thoughts
Drool down the chin with saliva
A broken leg of a flea
Stick into the dog's rug between the threads,
Or a dry leaf
Fly under the bed and hide there.

Think about it: how easy
Vomit blood behind garages -
The stream is flowing chilly
Consciousness gently escorting
Where there is sand and ash
They flock into the waters of the murky Ganges,
Where words are like pitch
They get stuck in the teeth under the tracks of the tank.

Built an ark, you are no more.
Animal abomination in the head well
Floats with you, on a muddy bottom
You will find a panacea for eternal longing.
Foul dawn, another day
The rotting reality of squeezed veins.
Live fear, lust and laziness again
Without the vulgar hope of leaving for good.

Having left the house for a long time empty,
You erase the memory of yourself.
But by the wind or by the silence
You will become again ...

Remember: somewhere in the forest
Worms gnaw through the meat passages.
Blindly, by touch, by ear
The raping roots blow up the earth.
The east smells like dawn
Early birds choke with whistles.
The firmament flares up
The dawn torture hung over the world.

Remember: quiet inside
Dreams die with hope.
Like a broken cry
The pictures of the "acidic" paradise are fading.
Heart beats furiously.
I don’t know how long he will fight
Life will burn like paper
Under the march of a funeral dog barking.

Built an ark, you are no more.
Animal abomination in the head well
Floats with you, on a muddy bottom
You will find a panacea for eternal longing.
Foul dawn, another day
The rotting reality of squeezed veins.
Live fear, lust and laziness again
Without the vulgar hope of leaving for good.

Having left the house for a long time empty,
You erase the memory of yourself.

Built an ark, you are no more.
Animal abomination in the head well
Floats with you, on a muddy bottom
You will find a panacea for eternal longing.
Foul dawn, another day
The rotting reality of squeezed veins.
Live fear, lust and laziness again
Without a vulgar hope to leave for good.