Текст песни Мёртвые Осы - Вне игры

Out of the game

It hurts, it must have hurt
When you hit the target ...
How did you guess?
Exactly, you hit too accurately
You clearly knew my points
You pressed them ...
How much more blood will be spilled, how much?
My soul is gone so ... You trampled it down!
You know, I'll be resurrected anyway, you know ...
You will not know about this ... Now I am out of the game!

As if with a knife you carved sketches in my heart
And she always smiled at the same time!
You had to fill with color and put the life of the picture into reality,
They hang my whole wall!

Enough, I told you long ago, enough!
Your game is no longer useful, I don't care, believe me!
Maybe I'll disappear forever, maybe ...
These words are slightly disturbing
You alone now!

As if with a knife you cut out sketches in my heart
And she always smiled at the same time!
You had to fill with color and put the life of the picture into reality,
They hang my whole wall!