Текст песни Ебаный - Стыд

I'm an adult child , but the child soul
Do not spit in it , there was already a river of blood
And even if you save it all
My soul will always sail with death

Fast, frantic , it is important sedately
I cut the heart , a pocket knife
Do not stop , all action
Where am I going to die , I know the place

Next to the crosses , the smile on his face
Put me roses , because they are so beautiful
Remember me , under these sounds
I will come back , because death is just a rumor