Текст песни ночные грузчики - бастард

in the afternoon I pull the iron preparing for the coming war
which we have already lost and I drown evenings in wine
I create for myself the image of an enemy so that later I can try on
strangely, I don't know how to live for the sake of others, but I'm ready to die for anyone
we all just take pictures of god my friend said
then I almost took my wife away he had a pretty dream and an old man
and God told me know that I exist but live as if
I'm not here and now I'm out of the loop of Judas
like a spark that flew far from the fire at night
darkness is killing me and only longing remains of the light
to live I need to write and to write to die
I would have dreamed of becoming a slave of God, but I am his bastard

cigarettes in one pocket in the other a ladder and a hymnal
my sheep scattered among the wolves I am a lost drunken shepherd
I turn on demons in my headphones to drown them inside
confess me girlfriend come off skirt for epitrakhil
cigarettes in one pocket in the other a ladder and a hymnal
my sheep scattered among the wolves I am a lost drunk shepherd
I turn on demons in my headphones to drown them inside
confess me girlfriend come off skirt for epitrakhil

at night my dead friend comes to me and says quickly
we have been waiting for you for a long time, we don't have enough good people here
it's not you so become indistinguishable from darkness again, I answer
there are many who have traveled around, but you cannot bring me to despair
used to wrap himself in a blanket and a woman with a stupid drunken face
I wanted to hear some naive lie in my salvation
now the lullaby is the moans accumulated in my tissues
I will be surprised if the woman sleeping next to me does not become a demon by morning
the creatures of mine have long ceased to be afraid of the sun again
me and the reflection in the mirror behave like two strangers
Who do I work for in the end why do I take out poems from there
I would like to be a brother to people, but I'm their sick bastard

a ballpoint pen in one hand, a gun in the other at a temple
cleaning the room every day I sweep the guts and skeletons
with a cigarette in my teeth, I push up from the floor and read a prayer
until this body dies please let my spirit keep
a ballpoint pen in one hand in the other hand a gun
cleaning the room every day I sweep the guts and skeletons
with a cigarette in my teeth, I push up from the floor and read a prayer
until this body dies please let my spirit keep