Apres Moi\минус\

I must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't yours 
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After [bad word] the flood 

I must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't yours 
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After [bad word] the flood 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After me the flood

Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит