[Intro]
Nibbles from the back,
my blood vessels
Today it won't work out
What if someone criticizes
Day after day,
someone’s focused
Someone paints
and I pass on call
Once again
[Verse]
Lasts for ages
Sensual starvation
and I cut, transplant, stop
I am a perfect outsider
Addresses are in column constantly busy
Someone asks a question:
(When to count the ducklings, where to Spend the winter?)
5 years ago, in the fall
Forgive me, but I'm temporarily in a coma
The whip from self-flagellation
getting totally worn out
And if there is a way out
Through medication,
numbers act as a stop signal
The age limit is on the edge
Honestly speaking, it's too late,
time suggests to hang
The cleats on the nail
[Chorus]
Eyes rush in a panic,
and hands are doing
when the soldering tip
Slides over the body, exhausted
Powder in the flasks
promises losses
Eyes rush in panic,
and hands do
Eyes rush in a panic,
and hands are doing
when the soldering tip
Slides over body, exhausted
Powder in the flasks
promises losses
Eyes rush in panic,
and hands do
[Outro]
Shuffled texts
Checked handwritings
Worrying about what you’ll say
What you'll ask
Or even worse
Will doubt originality of ideas
Meanwhile
You were raising your kids