Текст песни Die hummel mc - И Снова о Любви

Doogola undress and rub against your foundations,
As if standing on a platter, as if I'm not worth anything.
As if you are not worthy of you and to a cheesy old age,
Writhing, I will go alone with a laugh at the howl.

Here is such a small, stubborn, stupid, without gods
In my head full of holes. Everything is ready to just make holes.
Teach, teach and make things easier.
I wish, as soon as possible, to come to the idea "not mine."

Kiss on the navel and hang yourself in the kitchen
Spitting on a pink forehead, so as not to collapse.
I would have to relocate the remainder that eats away inside.
I want it to be good. I would like to rot.

Under the ceiling and above the floor, to the left and right of the walls
We stay for a long time and do not want change.
You, my touch-up, get the wings from the mezzanine.
There won't be much - neither love, nor pain.