Текст песни Decorator - Где нас любили

Dead man
my grave is already
for five scattered years,
and puppet trembling horror
crawling on the excavated earth
on fresh pits of slobbery
where under the booming pop bark
they let me down into the darkness of the pit ...
and the rain sprinkled the last verse ...

let it be night! and at the hour is uneven
I'm rotting under the grave
the last drop of blood
to the seas where you and I were loved ...

drover
my ass is the strongest
to dawn a new dead ...
creeping between the black teeth of the thicket
the remaining rider without legs ...
and the wolves howl sweetly
smelling sweaty tracks
creeping along coniferous folds
and mham, from damp gray-haired ...

yes I will be ravenous, black hundreds
I am the pain of tidbits!

in their saliva I’ll swim today
to the forests where you and I loved ...

clown,
my bells and whistle
students and chimes where!
and the shame on the tip is broken off
great common shame ...
and my public frolics
before soapy swelling of the cheeks,
and pointing right
shaking ... wheezing: more, more !!!

may the crowd laugh
and upturned on a carpentry spire!
and I will leave, involuntary clown,
to the circus where you and I loved ...

a vampire,
my fangs are longer
and feel love deeper
on the pulse of a thick-skinned neck
where would anyone get lost
blood lover with nicotine,
lover quickly fall in love ...
I dig in and a nasty tear
your image is dripping from your lips ...

let there be a day! and the caustic sun
I'm in the snowdrifts of gray dust
through the rods of a human cage
I slip into the eyes that they loved us ...

Text: Elena Goncharova