Текст песни IRV - Овод

Animal skin
So thin, the blood is so sweet
It’s a pity, it’s a pity, not to penetrate deeper between the stings.
Whose dreams are oats,
Whose fate is a rusty hook
In the stables, they rot alive alive under the skin of warming flies.

The sky cries one infinity - it looks at cattle and cannot help.
Stomp and flour are from below, and shit from hoofs sticks to sweaty skins.
Pestilence in the pen, the herd groans, swells from hunger, they are mired in a swamp.
Dead udders, forgotten here. The shepherd on the cross is dead.

Gadfly is my name.
There will be my kingdom, in the veins between the vertebrae.
And to humble with a buzz - it will be my will.
It will be daily bread juice flows in your veins.
It will be your duty to carry me in your belly.
I blame you for debtors.

The chatter of chitin wings
A hundred hungry snouts
Era announced his time
Gadfly, gentle gentleman.
Submissively stand side by side
Ribs to ribs, and in a row. And they are unlikely to understand that.
Swollen eye sockets do not see the truth.

The buzz of chitin wings
The roar of hungry snouts
Under the skin, a sting pierced
Gadfly,
Affectionate gentleman.
Who can't stand the bites of flies
Whose spirit is stronger than two
Whose food is bone
Not sedge
Looks down at the cattle.

True for all time
For the fucking world of pigs -
Gadfly gets away with it,
If the gadfly is smarter.
Pale faces of cattle.
Palms of hooves
To the picture where it is depicted
Gadfly, gentle gentleman.

Dreams are oats.
Fate is a rusty hook.
In the crib you rot rot alive, warming flies under the skin.