Текст песни Технология - Скорая помощь

Death - is what does not come immediately
Nervous night, sunny day
You do not disturb her in vain
Do not joke, do not play with fire
Death - is that calls and beckons
I know the taste of death under the tongue
Acidic melts piece of paper
You, too, probably, with this sign

Broken Joint - not the worst
New hammer, but keep in mind
Broken lives mystery yesterday
Today will be on everyone's mind
Death - a program of napalm white
That once you devour
Know, sharing with her blood and body
She remembers, loves and waits

Ambulance flies to red
But all in vain, in vain already
You closed the road back
Welcome to Hell