Текст песни Кремация Бонифация - Прострация

How watermelons on the heat
My brains explode
I run away forever
From death, pain and love
And from fate and fighting
With me quite this boredom
He who created the world
Let him cut his hands

There is nothing behind the sky
His walk - spit rains
Consider it gives light
And we give the light to yourself.

But I would take a gun now
And destroy your soul
So that no one
Think, believe, do, listen
There will be a world like a TV
With meat exhaled from the network
And do not remember me
Unbounded children
My

There is nothing behind the sky
His walk - spit rains
Consider it gives light
And we give the light to yourself.

Unable to resist me
To do this too one
Oh, prostration