Текст песни Влад Чёрный, стихи Глеба Ситько, музыка Влада Черного - ГРОБ-КРЕМ

CROBE CREAM

When i was young
Woland came for me
Like a fucking oxymoron
After only ten months
I crawled out of depression
But heard from all sides

Tell me why?
Coffin-Cream, Coffin-Cream
Coffin-Cream, Coffin-Cream

When i got mature
Got Azazello
Flashing with your thorn
Four years later
I was able to drive the freak away
But again outside my window
Sounds to finish me off so
Cream Coffin, Cream Coffin
Cream Coffin, Cream Coffin

When i got old
The orderlies rushed
And again I was carried away
Now I'm healthy again
So why again
Thunders as from the ground
Like an ancient totem
Causing chills
Cream-Coffin, Coffin-Cream
Coffin-Cream, Cream-Coffin

Death goes down the street
Carries pancakes on a saucer ...
Oh little girl
With the gaze of a wolf
I used to too
Was suicidal ...
Continuous suicide
For you…
Ooh, sorry she died
Uuu, sorry she died ...
The detachment did not notice the loss of a soldier ...
After all, we live in order to die tomorrow ...
I gave a shit on my face ...
And flies are crawling on my son ...
The little prince was returning home ...
To the house of eternal sleep
Crematorium…

Coffin-Cream, Cream-Coffin
Cream-Coffin, Coffin-Cream