Текст песни Мистер БЫДЛОЦЫКЛ - Красота

am f dm e
you're beautiful...
you catch a taxi ...
I'm hanging out tonight ...
I can not pick this,
tell you where to drive you.
I'm in no hurry - the last flight.
you today will be the last.
you coquettish address dictate,
house number and even the entrance.

the tape recorder mumbles the motive ...
you are innocent in appearance,
but you know, no offense -
I perfectly know these.
you may not have linen ...
you crawl home from the party ...
you're seventeen, maybe a little more -
It's time for fun.

yes, please, fill it
about problems with sundry and learning -
I'm interested, of course, still,
even the sky stopped yawning
the mouth of the moon, the lips of the clouds.
we have long passed your address.
houses were replaced by fir trees outside the window ...
Tell me something else, fellow traveler.

city ​​lights behind,
ahead only the black circuit.
you already began to worry,
from the stories back to the path.
I turn left,
braking and jamming the car ...
and you, like a lousy whore,
from the cabin I am dragging instantly.

you cry, cry, praying,
in the roadside mud lying around ...
sorry, but kindness and pity -
it's not about me at all.
here, here in this mud and dust,
by me you will be buried,
as once my dreams
such as you, buried it!

today you are my number three.
your two girlfriends are already down ...
beauty, die, die, die!
I will save this world from you!
beauty,
die!
die!
die!