Fak [English translation]

I prefer writing with cushion by the bones

When my heart had lost in the darkness

I feel darkness

Dot, space and breath

You're keeping me in your stomach

And talking dirty to me

You have no mercy

I beg you and lick your boots

I still look at my face in the mirror

And I see there

Eye sockets that's not worth at all

Hair too short

Scuffed cheeks

I'm going hunting

Throwing away all the people from my head

In purposes of refusal

I have my hearty middle finger

Of course, I tell it pleasantly

Despite everything has burn down

What's scalding me is glowing

Just like shining altars

Just some phrases

That's for "s", for "p", for "k", for "j"

Like a hammer to my plexus

Die Antwoord in the background

And these daubs from junior high school are generate transmissions for me

Just listen

You are wild and I like that flight

It is wrong to tell badly to other person

It mustn't to do it

(Fe, fe, fe)

It is wrong to speak badly about yourself

It mustn't to do it

(Fuck, fuck, fuck)

I'm sipping cola too fast

I'm clogging up my too silent thoughts

And I'm already on the border of putting on weight

I don't have an initiative

I already don't have life

In the alphabet, your name appears

And pulling me on the bottom

Pulling me on the pavement

I return sober

And spitting out that cola

Words hurt harder than too dense triols

You talk to me less

Than you're writing to me on a facebook

There are many hands, many thumbs

Maybe it's mistake

I'm coming to the golden bows

How many look, how much bang

It will be hurt with a second bite

I'm eating wheat roll with a cheese, sauce and double meat

Then I say "fuck"

You're looking at me

You would take my taste away

I bend my neck down

I will eat those rolls that are sensitive to me

Then I will play new Dua for sobering up

I have a tandem of clearance in my head

It is wrong to tell badly to other person

It mustn't to do it

(Fe, fe, fe)

It is wrong to speak badly about yourself

It mustn't to do it

(Fuck, fuck, fuck)