Текст песни А. Сидерский - Напутствие Бодхисаттве

Tell me what it's like and guess
On a pale, half-dried omelet.
And tea not washed from lipstick
Donate the overcooked cutlet.

And next to the slaughterhouse, write poetry
Inhaling the stench of a ripped belly
And atone for no one's sins
Words that are hard to hear.

Don't give up on a given dream
Don't give a damn about the fact that there is no morning.
And say, they say, it's not your fault
When the dog howls at night.

Tell me what it's like and guess
In the thick of the station compote.
And love, but don't give it away
And get started with almost half a turn.

Born in a body, get lost in the darkness
And share the deadly gaiety;
And on the crunchy, scorched earth
Burn down the killing potion with fire.