Текст песни Катя Батушан - Удушье

GASP

Departs choking, but rises trembling.
Here you stand, and did not shake hands safely.
Do you like this pale mortal body?
Bury. Just do not touch the soul.

What words? Here they are scattered like a duck
on the south. That shine like a maniac knife.
In the morning, with the change back prostitutes
and I. Bury. Then somehow return.

Stray dogs dream about a bowl of soup,
gave himself - that they deserve love.
I look in the reflection pools - in the jejunum and stupid
girl almost nothing is sacred. Words

left to invent an excuse.
And you look, my personal ancient evil,
and I go again on brink
a new call.

I wrote guy from Denmark,
both caught his wife making love with some Maine.
Gave himself up - love? But I fuck you!

Taxi pulls up, I sit down it a statue.
Tonight I'll be back to fuck with the muse.

Hello, my dear man from Denmark,
honey,
you`re fucking loser.