Текст песни песня про - моих бедных друзей

Designed by Cains-run on the blade,
Making every day over a violence.
They have red eyes and funny ties,
They byut each other face, kills Abel
And waiting for the tram!
Designed by Cains, all cleaned their hands -
And your favorite places and relatives gave.
Their unshaven head instead of brain ferrum,
And everyone is sitting on the tail of Venus,
And waiting for the tram, which has not come,
Because gnawed sleepers and switch off the current
Cains, Designed by ...
Breaking the etiquette, I want to ask you:
Is it worth it, my friend, casting pearls before swine?
Sirius shines in the eyes, darkening the sun.
In such hands, I do not want more than
Waiting for the tram, which has not come,
Because gnawed sleepers and switch off the current
Cains, Designed by ...