Текст песни мрачный - Конец света

Are you tired of me already useless people!
From you it was no campaign and not be!
What got you into their 30?
I saw the bottom of the glass? Became the soul artist!
You duhasty to first strike the key!
You come out to talk with Bros Th for anything!
And he then try to make their way to the stars!
I'm sure through the thorns that will not be easy
Your show-off here cost nothing!
And I will take all of your standing strikes!
Then stop for stopom.tut delirium for delirium.
I collect ducat month on record!
Of the various tracks are not mazhoristy boy!
Your senseless cries about what you feel bad already has finished!
Cut out all that this vanilla!
And look at the world through the prism of black and white!
You spit on mir.a he will not stand for a long time!
The final gift-end of the world in the studio!