Kat - Cmok-cmok, mlask-mlask

Spin mill, spin
Grind my cross
There's no shortage of tears down here
Today I'm closer, closer to the devil
Today my paw clutches the hammer
You up there don't kiss me
For your kisses are false
Like the Shroud of Turin
Like love for money

Kiss - kiss, smack - smack
Affection up to pocket...
Up to pocket...
Oh, for fuck's sake!

Sleepy friend, look how it is
When a couch grass becomes a flower
A hundred words - not a single tear
Even in their speech I feel a buzz

Kiss - kiss, smack - smack
Affection up to pocket...
Up to pocket, up to pocket...

Hey! You ventriloquists of faith
Oh, for fuck's sake!

A golden wedding, a golden christening
Golden throne and golden paradise
A golden tomb and golden masses
The gold of Christmas
Merry Christmas!

Kiss - kiss
Reverend hunt, hunt
Smack - smack
Reverend hunt, hunt

Your hunt, hunter of hearts, innocent hearts
Spits in the stream of warm blood
So my heart will humble itself in the depths
There your hook will not reach

Kiss - kiss
Reverend hunt, hunt
Smack - smack
Reverend hunt, hunt