Текст песни J.M. - Мир в прицеле снайперской винтовки

Ch1
Under gray sky, ash
Fire in the eyes you were not
Not passed all myself
In the shower for a long time
Say thank you santa
Tell me pronounce
Tell me, still there is someone to say

We are etching the soul about life
Deeper and immediately linger
All our desires
Have long been lying on the bottom
And no matter how hard
all we get out of your knees
We lost where
All on the sight
And what should we do
Break your chains
No
Let the road far to the final
But I will never get out of the edges.

We will not forget those who sacrificed bodies
We will remember all who did not betray us
And every time going past veteran
You did not forget to tell him, thank you ...

Ch2.
Shot - Cross, put on you
Sick place - there is everyone in the soul
Do not fall into the face, do not deceive yourself
Kohl want to beat himself, then beat to the end

I did not pass the big way
In my career there is no growth
My sick breasts
Filled only dirty air
I try to be faithful
Once you want to live
Do not go the road
See not be overboard

Proudly lift the head
Like this night darkness
Confused parties
Paradise hell fight brother
This night tin
After all, in the dark of the night
Their persons do not count

And no matter how there it was, we all know here
Who will win tuta not straining
As if watching, Tyoma is decided
What are you going to do there under a buzz
There is no reason to dissect you
I'm just a split your nerves like beads
Your lyric and vyser, you will not increase
On your auto not a clutch girls pussy

h3.
Again with me in the pair of Justin Flein
Leave your pseudophilia and step by door
Remember will not fight the guy you just got up and came out
I prophes to you fiasco as an apostal over

Libido hemorrhoids in ass- huge fluids
I will not give a cheek and do not cover the pink ace
And you will not be out of fans because their idol got cancer
And the knees I forth dogs

In the sight of SVD Boska with hairstyle
I do not shoot gothic and children in you detention
Your Flea is sleeping like a cell Mr. Bin Down
You have slipped after you lost the key in the sixth round

Your ass will go on everything like Santa Claus
You give everyone a gift from the back,
Although not a red nose
You are not Doros, you are grown,
Look at him already behind the rear of the sperm