Drognet ruka i uprjotsja v visok
Stvol pistoleta, vsjo - pesnja speta,
Pulja pasjot pacienta v glazok.
Vystrel carapaet v krov' vozduh.
Vspomni zavet pro ljubov', oors, pozdno!
Dolja sekundy ponjat'
Est' u tebja.
Zasmejalsja na vydoh, ubil na vdoh,
byl posrednikom boga, poka spal bog.
Stoilo pal'cu nazhat' na kurok -
Mozg poluchil bespoleznyj urok
Drugoj pistolet srazu vrezalsja gde-to
Tebe v spinu, jeto - poslednij zvonok.
Pulja carapaet v krov' vozduh,
Mozhet, sygraem v ljubov', oj, pozdno!
Dolja sekundy na zhizn'
Est' u tebja.
Diktatura ballistiki ne kino.
Pulja - dura, ej v principe vsjo ravno.
Zazhivo svjornutyj v krov' vozduh,
Vidno, takaja ljubov' - vnov' pozdno.
Mjortvo-pustoe vsegda
Est' u tebja.
Pulja carapaet v krov' vozduh,
vnov' proigrala ljubov'. Zvjozdy
Smotrjat holodnoj vodoj...
Vsjo svelos' k odnomu bystromu vchera,
Blednym nebom bolit v golove dyra.
P.S.:
Kto jetim vsem processom rulit
V uzkom prostranstve poljota puli.
Net snichozhdenija, no est' odno mestechko
Dlja sluchajnogo spasenija, nazyvaetsja "osechka".
-----English------
Funky motion obliquely
Hand tremble, and rested in the temple
Gun barrel, everything - the song is sung,
A bullet grazes the patient through the peephole.
Shot in the blood of scratching the air.
Remember the covenant of love, oors, too late!
Fraction of a second to understand
Do you have.
He laughed at expiration, killed in a breath,
was the mediator of God, while God was sleeping.
As soon finger to pull the trigger -
The brain was useless lesson
Another gun immediately crashed somewhere
You in the back, it's - the last call.
The bullet scratched in blood air
Maybe play some love, oh, too late!
Fraction of a second to life
Do you have.
Ballistics dictatorship is not a movie.
Bullet - a fool, it in principle anyway.
Alive in a collapsed blood air
We see this kind of love - again later.
Dead-empty always
Do you have.
The bullet scratched in blood air
lost love again. Stars
They look cool water ...
It came down to one quick yesterday
Pale sky aches in the head hole.
P.S.:
Who steers this whole process
In the narrow s***e of a bullet.
No snichozhdeniya, but there is one place
To the casual salvation is called 'misfire'.
Stvol pistoleta, vsjo - pesnja speta,
Pulja pasjot pacienta v glazok.
Vystrel carapaet v krov' vozduh.
Vspomni zavet pro ljubov', oors, pozdno!
Dolja sekundy ponjat'
Est' u tebja.
Zasmejalsja na vydoh, ubil na vdoh,
byl posrednikom boga, poka spal bog.
Stoilo pal'cu nazhat' na kurok -
Mozg poluchil bespoleznyj urok
Drugoj pistolet srazu vrezalsja gde-to
Tebe v spinu, jeto - poslednij zvonok.
Pulja carapaet v krov' vozduh,
Mozhet, sygraem v ljubov', oj, pozdno!
Dolja sekundy na zhizn'
Est' u tebja.
Diktatura ballistiki ne kino.
Pulja - dura, ej v principe vsjo ravno.
Zazhivo svjornutyj v krov' vozduh,
Vidno, takaja ljubov' - vnov' pozdno.
Mjortvo-pustoe vsegda
Est' u tebja.
Pulja carapaet v krov' vozduh,
vnov' proigrala ljubov'. Zvjozdy
Smotrjat holodnoj vodoj...
Vsjo svelos' k odnomu bystromu vchera,
Blednym nebom bolit v golove dyra.
P.S.:
Kto jetim vsem processom rulit
V uzkom prostranstve poljota puli.
Net snichozhdenija, no est' odno mestechko
Dlja sluchajnogo spasenija, nazyvaetsja "osechka".
-----English------
Funky motion obliquely
Hand tremble, and rested in the temple
Gun barrel, everything - the song is sung,
A bullet grazes the patient through the peephole.
Shot in the blood of scratching the air.
Remember the covenant of love, oors, too late!
Fraction of a second to understand
Do you have.
He laughed at expiration, killed in a breath,
was the mediator of God, while God was sleeping.
As soon finger to pull the trigger -
The brain was useless lesson
Another gun immediately crashed somewhere
You in the back, it's - the last call.
The bullet scratched in blood air
Maybe play some love, oh, too late!
Fraction of a second to life
Do you have.
Ballistics dictatorship is not a movie.
Bullet - a fool, it in principle anyway.
Alive in a collapsed blood air
We see this kind of love - again later.
Dead-empty always
Do you have.
The bullet scratched in blood air
lost love again. Stars
They look cool water ...
It came down to one quick yesterday
Pale sky aches in the head hole.
P.S.:
Who steers this whole process
In the narrow s***e of a bullet.
No snichozhdeniya, but there is one place
To the casual salvation is called 'misfire'.