Текст песни Штаб-Квартира - Ветер

Wind

Believe the dawn burn the newspapers
The caught fish beats with relish on the ice
A tragic play is shrouded in a net
Of tortured thoughts of greasy words
And the wind blows

Satisfied lice with enchanting captivity
Crawling stuffing their belly with shit
Ripe figs with glossy fat
A herd of horny bulls is writhing
But the wind blows

Let's not fart anymore into the water
It's time to trample the soft corpses of the body
From every soul a candle flame
Let's ignite the fire of all-powerful love
Let the wind blow.