Текст песни V. O. B. - Перфоманс

Heart performance
Pupil dilatation
And trembling chest
At the sight of the innermost.

No, these are not fallen sheets to you.
And not dried roses.
What is missing in your hand?
Probably smooth skin.

Neither the doctor, nor the magician, nor the geneticist
Neither I, no one will help you
Cause in your mind
A poisonous snake has wound up.

Buy a good antibiotic ...

In a couple of years,
Guess your daily routine
And the feeling of gray will fall lumpy
You are no longer a comet
Not even a north star
You are a bunch of dust in the flesh.

Your purity will fall low
And all the feelings will freeze forever
You will become like a rain man
Just soaked at the porch windows.

You will lose yourself
And the address of the back streets of consciousness
Remind you only
Your erased performance.