«Смерть»

Передо мной скакала, и в обморок упала.
Всё газом провоняло, про плитку забывала.
И тут же побледнела, такое вот здесь дело.
Работа уж такая, очередное тело.

По городу скакала, каблук свой поломала.
И череп об бетонку, красиво разъебала.
Работа опять таки такая, час целый отскребала.
За время что работа шла, ещё одна упала.

Такая вот забава, удар по роже справа.
Полёт не рассчитала, разбитое ебала.
Картина что легла, серьёзно улыбала.
Работа вот такая, хоть труп не отскребала.

Вот новая забава, петарду в кулак сжала.
Петарда не рванула, в кулак свой заглянула.
Та резко вдруг рванула, а с ней и голова.
Так было в средневековье, замах, о череп булава.

 "Death"

Before me, the skater fell and fainted.
Everything smelled of gas, I forgot about the tile.
And she turned pale right away, that's how it is here.
The work is like this, another body.

The skater went through the city, broke her heel.
And smashed her skull against a concrete block, beautifully.
The work was like this again, an hour scraped away.
During the time the work was going on, another one fell.

Such fun, a punch to the jaw from the right.
Didn't calculate the flight, broke it up.
The picture that fell, seriously smiled.
The work is like this, even didn't scrape the corpse.

Here's a new game, she clenched her fist tightly.
The punch didn't go off, she looked into her own fist.
Suddenly it went off, and with it her head.
That's how it was in the Middle Ages, a swing, a club for the skull.