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Genius English Translations - Vyshel Pokurit Gothic English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Ay) I go by the skulls (Ouch), no face, no name
Hide your udder, there’s burning wicks
Body in a cabriolet, I don’t see your veins
God damn (what?), it’s a bloody dawn
Follow me, tear and throw away
I put all the demons from the second league on the field
Business is for your own, move your ass (wow)
Silence screams to me, I know her whisper (s-s)
My God, you won’t be alive again
Because I walk on the skulls and I go to the scaffold (suicidal)
Stay with me till the last nail
Labia, legendary carnage (ae)
I don’t trust signs, I hide my eyes
Dry еyelashes due to lack of moisturе, m-m-m
Putting my dick on patrols (agha)
A series of my depressions, whether "mud" or "spleen"

[Chorus]
Gothic, it’s the twenty-second winter
The Thaw, the interests of the hungry dogs
Crystals, the sea is dry between us
I don’t get cocky and don’t spoil my friendship
Gothic, it’s the twenty-second winter
The Thaw, the interests of the hungry dogs
Crystals, the sea is dry between us
I don’t get cocky and don’t spoil my friendship
[Verse 2]
Ooh, refill heal points with a wheel (ouch)
Clear the light, forget the house (agha)
Under the sleep effects of the city of my childhood
I wish I had a heart (au)
Gothic, silver on nails (agha)
You don’t need a bra, you need silicone (what?)
Eating whole, on my knee Doberman
Only for profit and only for blood
Remember, flag is burning over me
Dancing the damned girls on the tram tables
Leave me to the rendezvous with the guillotine
But even without a head I am prone to relapse (scum)
It’s nothing personal, I only sleep with freaks
I take out my eyes, son, with gold forks (oho)
Ooh, you can get used to it easily
Exit from the club with orbits on the back (I, I, I)

[Chorus]
Gothic, it’s the twenty-second winter
The Thaw, the interests of the hungry dogs
Crystals, the sea is dry between us
I don’t get cocky and don’t spoil my friendship
Gothic, it’s the twenty-second winter
The Thaw, the interests of the hungry dogs
Crystals, the sea is dry between us
I don’t get cocky and don’t spoil my friendship (ooh)