Текст песни Marschak - Гротеск

No, do not pass only once the path,
back from outstanding eyes and dead sun
By the beginning of life,
Her meaning in each of the Russian Academy of Sciences,
In the memoirs about how I shouted,
From pain, waking up, did not make death, but on the wrists a shameful scar.
Sachirikon of the wear of persons, bleeding from their grimace,
depressed at home
They scream, their hatred to me is their joy.
Lips and pool, which is waiting for funny again,
They met once before.
From curiosity, heels the trigger, a bored child - my evil,
Her name will call me crazy, like a shot of echo.
Who I did not have time to meet, but already betrayed.
Save, only a moment when her hand,
one touch burns alive you
and gives again a fall in meaningless eternity