MrSirop, Maluneev - Без пяти минут убийца
текст песни

What nonsense I dreamt!
That my father is my almost-killer
This can't happen in reality
It's just a dream, right? But I'm not sleeping
I haven't been able to sleep for a long time
The chariot creaks on the bumps
In it is the coachman, my father, my almost-killer
A rusty sword in his gauntlet
But the rust hasn't completely eaten it away
Like the brain of my almost-killer
He pushes me into the abyss of lies
Poisoned water flows into the well
At the ball of death, faces are covered with masks
But I recognized one, my father, my almost-killer
Well, go ahead, plunge the knife into me
Come on, fire the bullet
Luckily, I'm not like you
All similarities are erased, they drowned
Burned in the fire of dry residue
Only a patch remains in my soul
But for yours, I'll have to pray
My almost-killer
He's ready to leave a mark on the case, as if on a body
A mark from a syringe, my almost-killer
He's not afraid of going to prison or a mental hospital
My almost-killer
With the flame of anger, he burned out his own cornea
And finishes off his sister
He writes the epilogue on the last pages
My almost-father, the writer-killer
A fury-escort is his guide
To the world of crimson clouds where she is a goddess and priestess
She whispers in the ear of her right hand
To my father, my almost-killer
The conscience and honor of my almost-killer
Are imprisoned in a dungeon
What, what must appear to him
To help them break free?
I gather bit by bit
Love for my almost-killer
I cultivate it with memories of the past, but I understand
It's like multiplying zero by one
Well, go ahead, plunge the knife into me
Come on, fire the bullet
Luckily, I'm not like you
All similarities are erased, they drowned They drowned
They burned in the fire of the dry remains
Only a patch remains in my soul
But I'll have to pray for yours
My almost-killer