Текст песни Коллекционер Страхов - Фарт

1 .
That endless luck
Definitely my
Became somehow your
Unhappy I have drunk
The sick and lame all
Poor thing , I own
I go all revenge
For life miserable

Chorus:
Very often the terms of some villains
You will not be seen or heard
To all like people
God forbid in the way did not work
There is the ladies
There is the ladies
There ta-da - da
There) )

2 .
And your answer bitch
Nobody loves me
And myself a blowjob
For dinner and lunch
Pimply and thin
Poor thing , I own
I go all revenge
For life miserable

chorus .