Текст песни Поляк - Ничего не значит

Naughty Venus in furs,
I can’t sleep again.
Just in illusory deaths
I don’t dream anything ...
I just didn’t watch myself - I beat my head against the wall
And too long did not want to understand that

Death means nothing!
Death means nothing!
Death means nothing!
So said the pain.

If I think of paradise -
Throw stones.
It will be good - change
Needles under the nails.
Whatever is aching in your chest, don't say anything -
Your whip will say better than any words that ...

Since we will live
Without exploring the abyss
It remains only to sew up
Torn veins.
Well, my Venus in furs, we will build on the bones
Love and other sick things.