Текст песни Джеб a.k.a. Frick - Суровая Жизнь

In this furious pace your heartbeat
This bit is set when you were an infant
This harsh thing called life
And this is no joke, so the boy hold

My motor sets savory bits 150 beats
Always at the limit, the adrenaline and the gift is not necessary
Soon will be divided into pairs and then there are a couple final
But you will not pass the guy there because you gotta fall

Do you think life is harsh? Forget it
Today you tomorrow nobody will write about you in the newspapers
There are tons of examples, so do not lose heart
Take a couple of miles, and will not be in vain flour

And if all at once all know how?
Meaning in the target? Fight no idea ..
So patsyk life nichrome not severe
We do it so Sami took the loss as the basis