Текст песни Joan Madu - Брут

at first they only ask for a glass of water,
then - to share breakfast and lunch,
a cure for delirium, boredom, winter, trouble
and a place for a jacket, a thought, a bicycle.

at first they ask only to crouch in the corner,
then - at the head of the table and in a red place.
first they stick a needle into the soul,
and after the blade, groundlessly bitter revenge.

first they ask for a couple of empty minutes,
then wait for weeks at the pier ...

I know this whole scheme, my dear Brutus.
pour me some water, please, for a start.