Текст песни Братья Грим - Степан

Hey Stepan,
Pour me a hundred grams
And think about
What's on Piedestal
Not enough more places.

Hey, Stepan,
Do not go to my pocket,
There's nothing
Only old card
And wooden cross.

Hey, Stepan,
Not worth
Do not count anyone:
God will be a judge.
He who does not go to us
He will come soon
And it will be with you.

Hey, Stepan,
We are sober
Be worse
After all, fire soon
And soft mercury
Gorge hands.

Lady back
And it will be more fun
Open your door
And strange shadow
Lucky eyes.

Hey, Stepan,
Not worth
Do not count anyone:
God will be a judge.
He who does not go to us
He will come soon
And it will be with you.

Hey, Stepan,
Give me your dope
He is better than life
He is better than death
He is better than you yourself

Hey, Stepan.
You jump to heaven
Raise yourself in Vash
And confused
Go to hell

Hey, Stepan,
Not worth
Do not count anyone:
God will be a judge.
He who does not go to us
He will come soon
And it will be with you

Hey, Stepan,
Not worth
Do not count anyone:
God will be a judge.
He who does not go to us
He will come soon
And it will be with you