Текст песни Король и Шут - Лезвие Бритвы

How naive is Lovett,
The Lord will forgive her simplicity.
From severe troubles
No one can be saved!

Everything will happen in its time ...
All that is destined to happen on time!
Merciless God ...
We will have a lesson

Blood and death from wounds,
In heaven will strike like a fountain!
Potet, boiling,
The rivers of blood into the ocean.

In vain are prayers and incorporeal prayers,
Here time walks along the razor's edge.
And we all walk on the razor's edge.
Between death and life on the razor's edge ...
Aaaaa razor blade ...
Aaaaa razor blade ...
The razor blade ...
Aaaaa razor blade ...