Lyrics Ганс Зиверс - Москва 1984

Through the blue depth and wilderness
I walked blue dear
And to the city of dead shower
The case has led me.

Here in the city of the dead shower
Sits retired villain,
And drinks your black punch
And laughs like fools.

Here is a strict pattern of eyelashes
Jalite black mascara
And black darkness hanging
In the city of the dead shower.

Someone is dancing rock here
And someone lies without power
And someone in female legs
Red lick dust.

Here someone shouts from sleep
From the caress of green lips
And someone one in the night
Eats blue wormful corpse

Here, tightly closing constipation,
Behind the blue window without curtains
Sits bearded thief
And thinks about nothing.

And next to his wife
Stroking crystal fish
And dead silence
Growing a poisonous mushroom

Here someone in the kitchen is empty
Bread yesterday soup
And someone is completely sick
Belows a terrible court.

And I am quite alone here
In your rotten uterus
Strict as Mr.
And terrible as buried.

I touch this horror
White glove hand
And I sit in the corner,
Like pink spider.

But I will be the king here,
But I will be a monarch here,
I will grab this pain
In the white hands!