The demon has crept into knowledge. but it doesn't change me either here or there
I burn only what I like
What burns with taste, yes
I love to watch them lie, my heart will melt
(I'll give you the hearts of ladies)
I'm waiting for everything to settle down
They'll pay us off (in half)
I, I'm attached, like a bayonet
Drum, revolver spun toward my head
Drawn in blood, how? My creator was an aesthete
Youth in the cold, pierced like brass knuckles (ta-ta-ta-ta)
For lawlessness, this is my answer
Between me and the world a revolver, like a bayonet
Buda, Buda, I am calm, like a bloody dawn
Thought, thought a hundred and one voices in my head
Levitan on the street, on the beat not a stamp
Roll a rocket, and air-earth and until I leave the radar for the astral
Steer from the tablet, and air-earth, this is my ritual, this is my ideal
Whispered, what I thought, said
My foot did not step, inhaled irritant
I, I am on the beat, like a bayonet
Drum, the revolver spun to the head
Drawn with blood, how? My creator was an aesthete
Youth in the cold, I jumped into the pool, pirouette (ta-ta-ta-ta)
For lawlessness, this is my answer
Between me and the world a revolver, like a bayonet
Buda, Buda, I am calm, like a bloody dawn
Thought, thought a hundred and one voices in my head