Текст песни и быть может - эскалопы

we melt like crushed ice in a glass
we just know we don't know anything
our voices inside remain barking
be my gerda, i will be your kai
search through the snowdrifts,
until your legs fail, shine
snobs, for the sun is purely work
and seriously he doesn't care who you are
and who are we? future escalopes
robe-wrapped persons
gallop to evil everyone
driven antelopes, entrecotes
cattle, bugs, slaves, here you are
puppets are hung on slings
lost in these trails
in four pines, in dreams
in a hurry, having experienced this scope
lock yourself in walls, lament to praise
wish everything to dust

we melt like crushed ice in a glass
we just know we don't know anything
our voices inside remain barking
be my gerda, i will be your kai

crash into transparent walls
Not all of us have seen
sharing profits, they make money
i take sighs, do i give a fuck / do i feel bad?
I would have nothing to breathe
if the air was worth something
don't ask what you are
the cold of siberia wrapped in notes
but you are not the one who was needed
roll in the mud or roll in a puddle
I stick my tongue down my throat with a cold
ending at the same second
I'm afraid that the stream of my thoughts
apparently not the Volga
but only Reiroa
humus soul
fertilizes love
uterine howl
I spit it out on the microphone
all accumulated pus