Текст песни John van Woolf - Реквием По Рыжей Ведьме

& Quot; the funeral of the red witch & quot;
1.
what a pity voracious autumn
already razzyavila your mouth
Chainsaw and I decimated
He fell on his face like a sandwich
and here I am lying in pools of blood
and puddles are my eyes
and no sacred cow in
and the cat licked off all the milk
The reason for that curse March
Cruel emerald eyes
I did not know that among the mat
buzzwords oaths ever die
I read Pasternak
to drown his longing
napoleon you inside out
that twisted my Moscow!
and rain dancing dance & quot; Boogie & quot;
hammering nails in the coffin of the spring
we met in St. Petersburg
on the eve of a major war
but before the most important fight
you forgot that yesterday
with you we have been even greater
than blood brother and sister
on the shelf volume Mandelstam
He am my soul broom
frightening me Ebola strain
that you died for me
2.
I vomited blood last
my chest gnawing tuberculosis
and coughed at the head of the devil
with a bouquet of tuberose stunted
I cried a & quot; Agatha Christie & quot;
and howling at the full moon
the impermanence of false truths
I still swear by myself
he believed that the red witch
with the soul of a zhzhёnaya foliage
she Karlsson on the roof
it tricky fox
anathema as the Pope
I will give her (my terrible anger !!!)
and together with the Vatican salvo
blow up them as Samoilov Gleb!
I will drive a nail in the coffin I told her on the shoulders
Let worms gnaw at the flesh of a witch
and tremble drunken liver
and curse my lord
silently weeping on the grave
I'll stand crossed
tuberose smelled rot
me it no longer senses
I ask pardon of God
it yourself and everyone and everything
because of the dead we bad
either aloud or in thought we can not
July 2-3, 2015.