Текст песни Трупный Яд - Депресняк

When I was sad, and sad,
I go to any office,
Killing two or three bastards,
And at the heart becomes easier

But as melancholy and sad
I'm getting more and more,
I am afraid that is not enough bastards,
It depresses me

With each new attack of sadness,
My dream is to build a farm,
To her breed bastards
A surplus rent to the slaughterhouse,

But the dream remains a dream,
Because the farm is not enough money,
And again, I'm sad and longing,
And once again I stuffed the clip

And when the bastards are not enough,
I will go to my brother,
And I ask: "Do you have money?"
He will answer pechalno- "Nope."

We'll take a canister of gasoline,
We take a lot of beer and matches,
For longer burning bastards
Those that I have saved for last.