Текст песни Пуля - Жулики

In the middle of the month, I wanted to hang himself
Painfully I do not like my life is like ass
On the ruins of the past is nothing good
Takes a turn - of happiness should be very much

My heart hurts, and do not come back
Time flies
A oberneshsya-
There behind your glowing city
God is in the soul
It seems to rain pounding on the roof
And you're all waiting for what he hears
And from now on will give joy forever

On tricolor homeland
Rogues are all sold
The ladder
All would have hung them ...
Raises its head
And the old man so severely
Looks but hopes that will change your life

Excuse citizens
My character is the suffering
Happiness horror as you want
When will it end
To reach out to old age
There is a lack of joy
Throw in the past
Anything good