Too Late to Call an Ambulance

He did not leave a note, they usually leave

He did not even clean his room

The smell of you, alcohol in the room

And you know, a peculiar smell of blood

He lies on the floor, probably fell off the chair

I immediately understood everything, as soon as I saw his face

Pale, even white, through slightly parted lips

Appeared his yellow teeth

Oh, it's all over, there's nothing to do

For nothing you circle him, trying to help

No need to shout, I have a headache because of your screams

He just got tired of being a bastard

Do not try to return life

Which emerged from a huge cut on his arm

Too late to call an ambulance

Too late to call an ambulance

Too late to call an ambulance

Over, it's over, it's over with him

Over, it's over, it's over with him

Over, it's over, it's over with him

Over, it's over, all over with him

Too late to call, to call, to call

Too late to call, to call, to call