Текст песни Too Late to Call an Ambulance

He did not leave a note, they usually leave He did not even clean his room The reek of 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 It’s all over, there’s nothing here 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 It's all over with him Too late to call the ambulance