Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Прометей

Maybe I'm really more stubborn than I love
But how beautiful you were when, most likely out of habit,
With delight I watched as from the sky to the ground, making a loop around,
The bird of prey fell brick by lame prey

You see, I'm getting used to not calling, not writing, not daring
Cover the dark red lump of life from you with your left hand
Years do not heal me, doctor, write me death better
The throat dries up, a tear crawls down the cheek as a slug

How oxygen runs through the veins, how mercury runs along a scale
How a fountain pen leads a cardiogram on paper
I can't run you hear I'm chained to this rock
Every link in the food chain I'm rightfully chained to you

So, for memory, with love, so that you are happy, etc.
Stubborn before the gods almost before their eyes, therefore it is eternal
Uneven white fire, look - this fire to you
By the way, the eagle is already scratching my liver here.