Put me to death.
The lighting circuit breaks.
Anxiously, the dancer's smoking in the cardboard case.
Sunlight's missing by a mile, the snows of yesteryear so far, so lie.
Duh, I need no more reminder; everything around is plastic life.
Can't be touching less.
Billions of stars have faded out since we settled to undress,
It's not a thing I have just sighted,
The deceased have no death anxiety,
Squads are sent to scout and arrest.
Oh take me on your fly.
Sun is mercilessly scorching armies of your foe and ally.
And once again a mile away the shadow's trembling, fearing the strife.
I am no longer wary - everything around is plastic life.
Can't be touching less.
Put me to death
as out of love with you for donkey's years...
Original: splean.ru/music/album/6/ (track 11)
See also: www.gr-oborona.ru/texts/1056898718.html