Текст песни ЯЗЫЧЕСКОЕ РОЖДЕСТВО - Немезида

I was not born to nemesis
And I will never become her son.
Crawl to winter and stay innocent
Or head off your shoulders and return to the dead.

I would like to sleep with her for a thousand years -
It means falling into coward psychology
To meet the dawn with this bitch,
You need to completely lose good taste

I had to run away, throw my gun into the river
Sniff gunpowder, get a ticket to New York.
It was necessary to fall asleep there until new times.
I wanted so badly, but revenge was a ruse.