Текст песни Радиопрофилакторий Боль - Свинья

Every day I
I go to work.
Except Sunday
And except Saturday.
Each day,
Every day
I need
Money
Money.
I was cut to pieces,
Crumpled,
Mangle.
I forgot who I was.
And why,
Forgot why
And how long ago
I felt
All is still.
And I dive
Deeper
And deeper,
Deeper and deeper
The shit.
Empty,
See how empty
If only one
Long unsold
Shabby feeling -
Fear, pain,
Hatred.
I clench my teeth
Before the crunch,
Before the crunch.
I was empty.
He lowered his hands.
I moldy boredom.
Bitches!
You bought me,
You sold me,
I am no longer a man,
I
Pig!
I put the hoof
On the edge of the trough -
Let me,
Let me,
Give to devour!
Give to devour
Fill!