Текст песни Елена Магура - Мясо

Wet, hot, fraught with blood
A piece of appetizing unrestrained passion -
You can call it just love,
Or some kind of small part of it.
Here you can't creep, rubbing your knees,
Losing eyes and fingers, and teeth,
And dirty pig in a muddy mud
You, Khruchik, are looking for pearls of corpses.
Something comes and the world freezes,
Mail antennas, bridges, skyscrapers, -
And it is like pain back to the edge,
Mixing and violence, and lust and malice.
Be this darkness, or be it light -
Time will choose ...
But if you can fuck it,
Then you want to devour it!