Текст песни Creepy O - Парашют

in my usual manner
drama from scratch
like a wound on a mannequin
no pain and no consequences

but still sometimes it goes crazy
cuts like a blow from the knee
the brain asks to leave
forget this creature soon

and yet
no debate needed
it's your own fault, stop claims
as if tore the lines with a blade

never letting fly
like a boa constrictor on the ground
crawling, saving contempt
to myself

grunting on the sidewalk sat down
losing balance
murmured to the white light
drowning your anger with coolness

I was thinking like turning back time
and there is already the surface of heaven
smooth her lovely
what the fuck ?!

everything! I guess I'll slow down
favor her terribly
luscious, already in the stomach
like a squirrel in a wheel spinning something

I will throw off this burden
I will burn on the banks of the Kuban
and will remain in my memory
a torn parachute in the corner ...