They found a naked body in a wet bed—the black aisle
Doors were slammed, the guests all went somewhere—I didn't want to
The dead fish quietly sank to the bottom and scattered
You all could have, but stopped long ago—so go fuck yourself
It's hard to believe
But we have to admit that
I don't give a shit about my face
She doesn't give a shit about my face
You don't give a shit about my face
You all don't give a shit about my face.
The birds are laughing, but suddenly stopped for a bit—need to be able to
Children are fighting, hands are in a hurry—must be on time
Rings and doors, if only to remain in the shade—and stop breathing
And dead animals—how amazingly they—love to lie down
It's hard to believe
But we have to admit that
I don't give a shit about my face
She doesn't give a shit about my face
You don't give a shit about my face.
You all don't give a shit about my face.
Dim shadows, in the evening even I gave up—and stopped
Evil knees, someone cut down the poplars—pedestal
Everyone who's half awake loves to laugh and sing and die
But the dead kitten, he remains there to be patient and observe
It's hard to believe
But we have to admit that
I shat on my face
He shat on my face
You shat on my face
All of you shat in my face!..