Текст песни Кроатон - Шантаж

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My profession is simple.
I do not need the role of idol.
I get paid for a simple role,
When I hurt.

Burning in the kitchen dirty light,
Over life smoke from cigarettes.
Hooks are spread on the table,
Which is already in the blood.
Understand, I feel sorry to torture
But you must give everything.
Patience suffers his courage
And I sit, I'm creating blackmail.

Such a gloomy garbage.
Here are only you and only me.
She hoarse, do you hear a cry?
You're swinging blood and say.