Текст песни Я буду греть твой потухший костёр - Как ужасный хирург грязными пальцами в ране открытой

As a terrible surgeon dirty fingers in the wound open,
Generously seam infection, not subject to antibiotics,
You said, and words in the soul fought as if parasites
And they gave birth dependence, which is worse than any drugs.

You beat the words, raped by phrases, the verbs cut the flesh,
Neither Morphia, no anesthetics, hooked, hurt - you do not care.
And it would seem, pain - already the right companion and will not kill me,
But it hurts, so hurt the heart bleeding fragments - other and not given.

I was dying with a tightloped doll with an open cage - on zero pulse,
And when there was no breathing - neither screams and nor panic nurse,
Only a squeak of devices. But someday, about my cute enemy, I wake up
And my scalpel in a solid hand will be the same as yours.