Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Хор масок

And there is nothing -
What a paradise , hell .
Born evil spirits ,
The devil himself - not his brother .
The Paris Ile in Kineshma
You entails ,
Wherever kineshsya -
All one hell !
In Rome , in Mecca , the
In the supermarket .
And if there is no place -
To hell !
Direct firebreak :
Fili - Chita .
Fate has thrown -
And damn !
That somewhere in the old age
Barely ,
We have a hundred years to grow?
No, hell !
Chop firewood
High style .
A man - grass,
Thistle.
But our world , by golly ,
First grade!
Someday it a leg
Scrapping features .
The waiter , hey , again
All repeat !
All of this paradise on earth ,
God dammit!