Tons of days have passed.
I don’t wanna to look back.
Scream turned to whisper.
Now I can’t ever hear.

Can’t find sun below the sunset.
It’s hiding somewhere else.
My life is a night life
Till I will kill myself.

These empty streets are full of
Undisclosed pain.
And I’m like a dust sand
Now beaten by the rain.

I can’t even move on,
I’m nailed to the ground.
The only way to die here,
Without any sound.

I’m covered with pleasure
By leaf from the tree.
And one of gusts of wind
Sometime will set me free.

I found a man who addicted to silence.
I tried to talk, but he won’t listen at all.
Then I described what I want with my fingers
He understood what I want to control.

He said:

Without words this life is more simple.
If you don’t listen, you don’t bother at all.
Then people write to you, thinking together
That you want to take out control.

These letters, and printed newspapers
Containing words that means nothing to you.
You only read the beloved ones
Wondering how they turn false to true.

You fill the void with your great thinking.
Your thoughts are private, and nobody knows
What will you do, and in what purpose
Was started this ugly show.

And you control these minds below you.
They do not know these plans in your brain.
If you won’t talk then you won’t to listen.
And you unreachable for all kinds of pain.

I’ve got a broken heart and a dirty soul.
And you know what?
I don’t care at all.
When I often hear someone needs a help,
I just want to see how he goes to hell.

I deny respect, who are you to rate
My ideal trust in myself and fate?
I can fuck your wife, I can kill your cat.
It’s fortune for you that we never met.

Chorus
Meanwhile let me say again.
I’m fucking, drinking, smoking man.
I’m mature, yes, but I’m not too old.
I can say that I love this life a lot.

I can drink whole day, that’s how I exist
I’m dick in ass as your clearly see.
But you’re not a gay. And it’s sounds so sad.
I remember how I fucked your dad.

It was lovely night, he was riding bike.
After night he clicked in Facebook like.
Don’t be angry, bud, everything’s okay.
There is nothing wrong to be a gay.

Chorus
Chorus

Хочу поздравить с днем рожденья,
И, между прочим, рассказать.
Что за прошлый год везенья
Успела сделать и кем стать.

Ты стопроцентно стала мамой,
Хотя и девушка на треть.
И за такое достиженье
Готовы многие мереть.

Ты прошла огонь и воду.
Поликлиники, суды.
И за прошлый год, признайся,
Много утекло воды.

Но сквозь ссоры и обиду,
Пробивается вперед,
Такой веселый и счастливый
Двадцать пятый, новый год.

Желаю лучшего повсюду.
Желаю, как бы так сказать,
Того, что не желают люди,
Что Бог может только пожелать.

Будь сильной, это много значит.
Прекрасной, чтобы другие могли тебя желать.
И умной, чтобы в письменной тетрадке
Как в детстве, красовалось “пять”.

Ну а подарок. Что бы тут придумать?
Опять поцеловать тебя в засос?
Конечно, но еще добавлю
От сердца лично …

I want to be like you.
Give me one tit or more.
Cut off my balls, and I
Slowly becoming whore.

Chorus
I want to be a whore!
I want to be a whore!
I want to fuck for money on this bed behind this door!

I understand how you
Able to fuck my brain,
And I suffer now
From this monthly pain.

And all your problems are
So exciting me.
I began to sell
All my holes for free.

Chorus

And now I have boyfriend.
He satisfies my needs.
I’m shocked of whom
He decided to be.

He cut off his balls
He asked me for tits.
What the hell is wrong?
God please answer me!

/God answers:/
He want to be a whore!
He want to be a whore!
He want to fuck for money on this bed behind this door!

Эх, наложить бы эту хуету на музыку…

I wake up.
Every day that I open my eyes,
I understand
It is useless
And won’t bring me surprise.

Go to work.
Working hard. I run out of time.
I’m spending my life
To make someone feel fine.

=====
No girlfriend, no excuse.
I have nothing to lose.
Not my plan
is this damn
And sad life.

Understand
What I mean,
I’m trying to feel.
How to help myself
To stay alive?
=====

I have an answer:
It is drugs!
It’s life full of random fucks.
It’s a rock, it’s my big cock.
I like my mind to be unlocked.

I’m okay.
Give one more pinch.
Make a track to make me rich.

Bitch!

Bitch!

Bitch!

Bitch!

Bitch!

You can’t continue this show,
Because your watchers are bored.
You can keep on to smile
But they know it’s a lie.

And everybody here thinks
That you lost all your mind.
But of course you think that’s alright.

Please stop dancing, it’s end.
Try to look like a man.
To be honest, they watched enough.

But you are asking to sit.
To continue this shit.
I already prepared a gun.

When fire licks up your skin
And bullets crash all your bones,
You are starting to win
A prize that was unknown.
To reveal it all, you are hero at end.
You were so stupid man, that we can not forget.

And while memory flows
Through brand new, younger heads,
They remembering you
And removing their hats.
But not after you, and in honor of me.
Because I was right as you see.

Чего-то сегодня у церкви жутко воняет говном
Нет, не бомжи понаелахи.
Тут все просто стухло давно.

Стухла их книга, что библия.
Стух их священный Коран.
Пошлите вы нахуй религию,
Скажите зачем она вам?

Зачем прикрываться проблемами,
Которые бог не решит?
Хотя, скорее с генами
Проблема у вас состоит.

Любой здравомыслящий всуе
К церкви все равно не придёт.
И тянутся к попскому хую
Те, кто забыли свой мозг.

В итоге имеем общину
Совмем ебанутых людей.
Скажите, зачем вам религия?
Зачем вы покланяетесь ей?

I’m searching for colors
They were taken away.
I met man in church,
He said I need to pray
Till everything faded will be returned from gray.

I feel like I’m dead.
Nobody will help.
I knew no one
Able to break this cell.
And during funeral
My priest will pray
Till everything faithless will be returned from graves.

Твою мать, какая же ты сука.
Ебешь мозги вместо того чтобы сосать.
Ты женщина, а значит что ты, сука,
Меньше должна пиздеть и больше ноги расставлять.

Твоя пизда известна всей округе.
А жопой восхищаются бомжи.
Тебя пускают весело по кругу,
А мне ты, сука, лишь ебешь мозги.