16.05.2024
Agatha Christie - Инспектор По.. (Inspektor po...) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
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Inspector Po...
Click to see the original lyrics (Russian)He enters your throat, he is a cutting probe,
Having forgotten compassion.
He is the spasm from a bite into your diaphragm’s cupola
Fulfilling expectation.
He looks gloatingly at the death of masses
In the embrace of a predatory sponge.
And away with the tired lump of gas
Cold, free, spare.
He will drive a labeled nail into your proboscis,
He is a sudden and frightening guest-
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Inspector Po!
He was also embraced and wrung out
And thrown out with a languid sigh.
And on the myocardium your profile is dislodged,
Coal-black, beckoning and dark.
Don’t wait for his death, it will take long,
Bloodless life knows no deadline,
He will become the inspector of inhaling and exhaling,
Thirsty for a long standing debt.
- 1. “PO-6” is the name of a Soviet ventilation machine.
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