Текст песни Бритва Оккама - Лай

your bullfights
Horns in the back
I was throwing
The quicksand.
your resentment
Face showcases
I was shot
Aiming at the temple.

Accustomed scandal
The newspaper ducks
Scribbling notes,
Shit sheets.
Language stuck
In the unripe fruit,
Flying scraps
Tails between their legs.

In you, my sharp edge.
In you my wild barking!

In you - a thousand volts!
In you - a loaded Colt!
In you - elastic shell!
In thee my predatory look ...

In you - soot and wax!
In you - messy and gloss!
In you - knives and bayonets!
In you my fangs ...

your career
In my pocket
Settling scores,
Breaks budget.
your chimera
In my trap
Grin,
Breaks to light.

Last chance
needle force
break again
On the halfway.
In a deep trance,
Knockout send
Reverse hook eyebrow -
Fly ...

In you, my sharp edge.
In you my colorful paradise.
In my long you may.
In you my wild barking!