red withering (Karaulov/Kustenkov/Nikishin) ---------------------------------------------------
Little girl behind the gun Hell your words are getting plausible Little tongue behind the gum Telling anything is possible Little girl I’ve a little mind How to make it sound acceptable Everything is so unkind Everybody’s so expectable
Little girl on the hot bed Little body in a metal shell Red dogs are dancing in your head You claim your gun is gonna drive me to hell And I’m picturing that soon I'm a needle on a closing track On a lazy afternoon In the orchard of no goers-back