Текст песни PHARAOH - Холодный клинок, ее горячая кожа

[Verse 1: PHARAOH]

I'm a dead young suter, I seem like Agutin
I keep the knife in my sleeve so I can stick it in the back later
I will take her body, I will take her soul
she wanted so much in Cadillac - the four leading

I cry over her corpse, silent as a poltergeist
where my remains are, you didn't even go face
the joint goes out from the rain, a pale ghost in longsleeve
your bitch is cool, I whisper to her: happily

[Hook 2x: PHARAOH]
cold blade her hot skin
she was drowning in sins, but I saved my burden
a tear froze on cooling cheeks
she will no longer be able to look down upon everyone