Текст песни Год Змеи - Тринадцатый патрон

I look at the passers-by
Through the cross sight.
Goosebumps
And the hand numb
In a pocket full of holes
Thirteen rounds.
I was wounded on his head
I - outlawed.
Again in the sight of the fate and face
Fingers sweating,
I - ready, I - killer
It's not the people, it is - just target
Would that be,
I decided to

Forgive pedophile
Huckster with the district,
Selling creature
Prosecutor in uniform,
Killer on the & quot; Mazda & quot; -
Ment - thugs,
That boy scored
At night kiosk.

All under the gun
I am willing to make painful
By the pool on the body
The second control
These are not people
They are another suit
They do not condemn
Neither the judge nor the authorities.
Not God forgive me
I'll fix itself
Then the last (?)
For myself, I leave
Here's my verdict
I forgive them all.
Distort the bolt
Trigger click

Forgive pedophile
Huckster with the district,
Selling creature
Prosecutor in uniform,
Killer on the & quot; Mazda & quot; -
Ment - thugs,
That boy scored
At night kiosk.