Катя Батушан - Бездна - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The pool beckons. The devils are not comfortable inside.

They seek refuge, howling as they scratch at the walls.

The one who has burned is not equal to the one who is burning.

Where pure recklessness is born,

the lover sees himself, the doomed - demons.

The edge remains the subject of scientific debate.

Everything that seems temporary today,

will entangle the throat tomorrow.

Where one has a door to the house, another has a leash.

Sing your strange, stupid songs to the clouds.

There are people-pits - fell, looked around, climbed out.

There are people-abysses...

If only I knew the consequences - do not read fables in the future.

Let out the light - the event horizon will swallow you.

Fugitives and suicides grow on fairy tales.

Where are the doors in this pool? Let me out!

When the shell is everything, there is no need for the contents. Typical princesses - a pumped-up ass, you - vision to the root.

If the abyss becomes vital,

you will certainly fill it. And it will fill you too.