Текст песни Влад Чёрный, стихи Глеба Ситько, музыка Влада Черного - ГРОБ-КРЕМ

Coffin Creme

When i was young
Woland came for me
Like a bloody oxymoron
After only ten months
I crawled out of depression
But heard from all sides

Tell me why?
Coffin Cream, Coffin Cream
Coffin Cream, Coffin Cream

When i became mature
Pinned Azazello
Sparkling his thorn
Four years later
I was able to drive the freak
But again outside my window
Sounds to bother me so
Cream Coffin, Cream Coffin
Cream Coffin, Cream Coffin

When i got old
The orderlies rushed
And again they took me away
Now i'm healthy again
So why again
Thunders out of the ground
Like an ancient totem
Causing chills
Coffin Cream, Coffin Cream
Coffin Cream, Coffin Cream

Death is on the street
Carries pancakes on a saucer ...
Oh little girl
With the eyes of a she-wolf
I also once
He was a suicide ...
Continuous suicide
For you…
Ooh, sorry she died
Ooh, sorry she died ...
The detachment did not notice the loss of a fighter ...
After all, we live in order to die tomorrow ...
I don't give a shit about my face ...
And flies crawl over his son ...
The little prince was returning home ...
To the house of eternal sleep
Crematorium…

Coffin Cream, Coffin Cream
Coffin Cream, Coffin Cream