The Kubrick Cats - Американская готика
текст песни

You will come down like a ghost
broken mirrors,
from headlines of boulevard newspapers and cheap magazines

Oooh, you will come off as if a ghost
Forgotten houses
from necrologues, dying notes, but this is not enough ...

You are looking for fools in mesteric dreams,
Among old graves in forgotten places
Or on a lunar night they expect at the intersections.

You are by yourself, in Vienna or in wine
You eat loudly in the headphones about me
have questions? Oh no! It's all too simple.

American Gothic ...
buried in the backyard.
Her mouth is sealed with a film,
Her things burned in the stake

She was shot down on haweve
I got a screwdriver in the side
I loved night alleys
Oh yes, no one helped her

She ate excess tablets
To be more accurate to fall asleep
And once forgetting about tickets
I set off with a stranger

I loved the faded whiskey
chopped in a small pond
without thinking about risk
I walked on thin ice

You will come down like a ghost
broken mirrors,
From the remains in the bottle and cigarette smoke.

You need to reign
And I'm so tired
come and sit down.
Let's laugh at them.