Ганс Зиверс - Москва 1984
текст песни

Through the blue depths and the wilderness
I walked in blue
And in the city of dead souls
The case brought me.

Here in the city of dead souls
Sits a retired villain
And drinks his black punch
And laughs like fools.

There is a strict eyelash pattern here
It stings black mascara
And black darkness hangs
In the city of dead souls.

Here someone is dancing rock
And someone is lies without strength
And someone at female legs
Red licks dust.

Here someone screams from sleep
From the affection of green lips
And someone alone in the night
Eats a blue worm corpse

Here, closing the constipation tightly,
Behind the blue window without curtains
A bearded thief sits
And he thinks of nothing.

And next to his wife
Strokes crystal fish
And dead silence
The toxic mushroom is growing

Here someone in the kitchen is empty
Speaks yesterday's soup,
And someone is completely sick
He believes in the Last Judgment.

And I am completely alone here
In your uterus rotten
Strict as a gentleman
And terrible as a boilies.

I touch this horror
White glove of hands
And I sit quietly in the corner,
Like a pink spider.

But I will be the king here
But I will be the monarch here,
I will eject this pain
In their white hands!