Текст песни Абвиотура - Не так

I'll scratch my heart with my paw
I will drip the crafty pain into the blood
Obotru in the dark with cheesy vechtem
Ruban with a gingerbread lash from his shoulder

In the scorched field, grief prowls
Stifling souls thrill squeezes
It hits the chest with a bullet - like a fool
It spreads like a blot of brown
Don't shiver
Hold
Deserved
Pyatak
Do not grieve
If what's wrong

I'm sitting on a bitch with a loud ear
Brittle wildebeest crust
I collect prickly crumbs in a handful
In my throat, a scream stuck like a fish bone
Do not look, trouble, proud girl
Beat backhand, mother, fuck her with a muzzle
Burn tirelessly, tear without breathing
Only used beads only used air
The drunken song repents bitterly
On dry lips baked
Darkness - darkness, harm - vered
Become a hut in front of the forest
As I wander along the shore in delirium
I will find you for my trouble
I'll grip my heads with a shaky haze
To our destruction, to your amusement