Текст песни Medula Oblongata - Шестьдесят Девять

You touch a hand
I carefully
If you pick me with skin
manicured nails.
And that was not
was possible
and the room though
gets warmer.
In the pile of the carpet is lost dreams
and someone is watching
at me from the shadows .
You pytaeshsya something
whisper in my ear ,
but I hear only
hissing snakes.

The sun creeps
leper cripple
your scent will remind
rotting summer.
Forget my number ,
your voice is alien to me .
I'll use
for their own needs .

droplets of saliva
come together .
Our bodies
faster , faster.
your tongue
around my neck ,
squeezes it all
strong strong .
And I , in turn,
ditch your throat .
This will be the best
of our deaths.

The sun creeps
leper cripple
your scent will remind
rotting summer.
Forget my number ,
your voice is alien to me .
I'll use
for their own needs .
And do not think to complain
because of the torn dress ,
I left money
near the bed.