Текст песни Велон Фенрир Хорт - А ты...

And you drank port with the grace of a whore
And the saliva of lust ran down my chest.
Your yesterday's entering men
Tasted, spit out, dried up. Go.

Go, about new triumphant estrangements,
Grieving in intercourse with the godlessly blind.
Get off the crucifix and end in rebirth
And merge in passion with the whole world ahead.

Joy without seeking, come back one day at dawn
And I will bless you with my whole arms.
A whore and a poet can have children.
Blindly, as before, I love you.

Come down to me with a singed wing
And I'll patch every wrinkle you make
A girl's body without flaws has always attracted a man,
And you and me .. And what the fuck is that about?