Lyrics Технология - Скорая помощь летит на красный

Death is something that does not come right away
Nervous at night, sunny afternoon
Do not disturb her in vain
Do not joke, do not play with fire
Death is what calls and beckons
I know the taste of death under the tongue
A piece of sour paper melts
You, too, probably with this sign

Broken joint is not the worst thing
New hammer, but keep in mind
Broken fate of yesterday's mysteries
Today will be in everyone's mind
Death is a gram of napalm white
Who will eat you one day
Know, sharing with her blood and body
She remembers, loves and waits

Ambulance flies to the red
But all in vain, it is already in vain
The road is closed to you
welcome to Hell