Текст песни Дейта Мейра - Горькая Луна

Bitter Moon

I do not like you - neck throttled.
Today he again did not shoot himself,
Because the boiler and not cooked.
You can hear through the night running up the stairs -
Two-flight and on the street

Well, however, that sad?
Koli life antidote othArkala,
He is not himself with these charms.
If somewhere suddenly meet a mirror,
"I hope you died," he hissed through the jaw.
But only a day after day, on the day of the old.

At once a hundredfold Warped
With the provisions of the capitals on the outskirts.
Memory, whether you know the strange thing -
All the laughs and all swaggers,
All change rates on the value of
Rubbish foul, girl bazarnaya-
Purge blood frankness.

Otrevi, he again did not sdёrnetsya
Howl, a bullet in the belly of a wolf.
Or fuck before besonnitsey,
And write page after page.
Blog endure your nonsense.

On empty and bored gallows
His song namurlychet blizzard
Sometimes his heart eknet -
He then kisses you on the lips,
Like extinguishes his cigarette in the ashtray.

(07.09.2012)