Текст песни Сибирский Мастурбатор - Соната смерти

Yesterday I was sitting at home
And scratched my head
And here's the fuck to do
I wrote the song.
I didn't understand the meaning myself -
But in general, fuck you.
I sang it to a friend -
And he jumped down from the window.

They swear at me -
But it's not my fault
What of my sonata
Everyone will die.

I was very surprised
I came to the police
Told them everything worked out
Not very good.
But the cop didn't believe me.
I sang a verse to him -
And he put it to his temple
Service pistol.

Shrugging your shoulders,
I moved home
And at night with machine guns
A convoy came for me.
They showed me
The arrest warrant,
But I didn't obey
And he protested.

I told them: "Guys,
It's not my fault! "
And at the same time in my belly
The machine rested,
And to save yourself
I sang a song for them ...
But I'm not on purpose
I didn't want to!

They swear at me -
But it's not my fault
What is from my sonata
Everyone will die.
They swear at me -
But it's not my fault
What is from my sonata
Everyone will die.