Текст песни Левые Мысли - Проповедник Смерти

Life is only suffering,
Around the only disappointment,
It's hard to live in this world,
You can shoot in the dash.
Life is only suffering,
Around the only disappointment,
It's hard to live in this world,
To be shot in the dash.

In this life nothing is given,
I'll scream that life is shit
How can I do this tired,
I want everything burned.
Not encouraging even autumn leaves,
Not happy even semolina,
So I hate the whole world,
What was angry with his mummy.

I'm a preacher's death ...
You preacher's death ...
He is a preacher of death ...
PREACHER OF DEATH!

Each rope you see a loop
Each knife you see death,
You do not feel sorry for his family,
You do not feel sorry for their children.
Sginte in its "eternal life"
And preach somewhere out there
In the silence Retrieve your lost a sad song,
The evil of your life is not in our joy.

Cut veins! Cut veins! Cut veins! Cut!
Burn body! Burn body! Burn body! Burn!
Tear the skin! Tear the skin! Tear the skin! Rip!
Down! Fall down! Fall down! Fall down! Fall!