Текст песни сука-любовь - точка кипения

An inexorably growing snowball
I'm a skydiver before the jump.
The forest is cut down with an ax,
Chips burn with a cheerful fire.

Fickle like a boiling point,
Your point of view - My point of view.
Our plane is going down,
Look at him without regret.

All is well, but bad signs
How spiky hurt items.
The sun of the Asian summer is smiling
Recalling the end of the world.

And again on the walls they write from life -
Frontier defense counterculture.
But we are not people at all, we are caricatures
The last custodians of literature.

An inexorably growing snowball
Although you're not used to leaving for later.
The pagan is dancing in front of the fire
Like an Orthodox in front of a cross.

Like Dostoevsky, in a seizure
I wish you a soft landing,
And let the rain fall from the sky,
Our sins are sweet, Our sins are sweet.

Like Yesenin, in a drunken spree,
I am not looking for salvation in this world.
And let these people turn into plants,
God does not work on Sundays.