Текст песни Планета всех - Любовь как искусство войны

Love is like the art of war -
The sheets are soiled with moans.
This tenderness boils in megatons
Behind the vinyl wall.
Words soar in the twilight
Eaten away by drug smoke
And, in the context of a battle tragedy,
Do not understand: where is the halt, where is the failure?

Wax figurines of hearts
On a cold sterile surface.
A test of honor and loyalty
And who survived - that fellow.
Isn't love the cause of longing
What is spinning like a blizzard in your mind?
I believed in Curtis's reasoning
That she will tear us apart.

A frail angel, hands covered in mud,
Dips the tips in morphine.
So that the muscles do not ache in the heart,
When they are about to be pierced.
Only victims of this strange war
The prospect of injury pleases
For it will be a reward for this
Something that does not know the price at all.