Текст песни dvin po visky sebe - bolь

close your brown
and do not breathe.
there was not a soul.
only we,
which do not have a shower.
I have a propyl,
and you had
and I thought that all this is nonsense.
He quoted Nietzsche that God is long dead,
that God ate bogoed.
and even if it somewhere and was, then took a break for lunch.
I went on vacation indefinite.
and we are here to shout yes writhe
even millions of years.

you my farewell.

enough and nineteen,
to draw a line.
but not one but several
brilliant sharp blade,
your piercing eyes.
my God stood beside me,
 and then
I sunk into darkness.

he silently held my hand
and stroked the venous branch
lilac color frozen,
the coldest color.
pity not to pick a bouquet
 and not make a herbarium.
we're a pair of pariahs
such a sad duet.

rather sadly decayed,
on a lot of dead atoms
cold blue cores
and in each of them
yearning.
You - my Colt to his temple,
You - my bullet and shot
because someone had to shoot
first.
so it is better to me.

after the whisper curses.
I remember this lesson
It was one of the favorites.

but to be one of the favorite
not destined.
finito.
Our book is closed
and torn red thread.

but know
you do not float away,
not fly
can not hide
in the deepest abyss
in any of the possible realities
in this life and the next
every night of the Damned
thou shalt hear my howl.

remember
I'm somewhere nearby.
know
I am still
is yours.