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Chorus

The sun greets the sunrise Well hello son
Father rumors of the Nazis we win
Three hands clamped father and mother son
Invalid Love killed the love of violence
His eyes searched for a way out of this death
Hands pulled her to whore clothes
To keep her son's father watched all the time
As raped his wife with blood on the floor screaming
Love breaks brains anger breaks the skin
A terrible picture of his wife destroyed
What are you bitch me Dobey thing Judas
Where is my fucking God when you need him
So you want to get up but the son will be one
Those him cry Well get up fucking drunk
Pull the hands of his son and the son is not breathing
Father choked him when everything is heard

In

I left, I was sober mortal
We did not want this, we did not want to believe
We are not looking for love, and not mixed with the drug
Our state seems to be closed
Our time is forgotten and the fact that I was not in Seeb
Niznachit that I've never believed you
Niznachit that all this was not just fucking
I just went left them for a single
I just could not at that time see yourself in the reflection
Mirrors carry mutations both in the sense
Mirrors just do it very strange and it's true
This makes it difficult to stay well and good
What about the fact that I do not talk for hours with people
So what we are losing and that they lose
But we can not see in front of this strange
I razgavarivayu himself that's fucking weird
That's the fuck is that glass rezhit
You can taste it himself seldom become easier
Try to love you but you know this has intanatsiya
Debt which means everything is silent time to said farewell
So you can get out of here you will not derzhut
You can cut them and keep them cut
You can remain silent and be silent if necessary
And just quietly keep silent!

Chorus

The sun greets the sunrise Well hello son
Father rumors of the Nazis we win
Three hands clamped father and mother son
Invalid Love killed the love of violence
His eyes searched for a way out of this death
Hands pulled her to whore clothes
To keep her son's father watched all the time
As raped his wife with blood on the floor screaming
Love breaks brains anger breaks the skin
A terrible picture of his wife destroyed
What are you bitch me Dobey thing Judas
Where is my fucking God when you need him
So you want to get up but the son will be one
Those him cry Well get up fucking drunk
Pull the hands of his son and the son is not breathing
Father choked him when everything is heard