The morning sun cooked lunch for the crows,
My well-fried body is lying on the lawn.
It was predicted and everybody knew:
The end of an artist is always filled with odium.
And so just before my death,
I drew everything and everyone I ever faced.
And all the love I died for, and all the hate I lusted for,
And all the faces that I've seen, and all the people whom I met,
And bright blue sky I lived beneath, and the dirtiest ground on my feet...
And then I looked at this picture,
And what I saw was a fucking end.
The end of humanity, the end of the whole human nature.
I didn't want to live that way, I didn't want to be the scum.
So let my grave be eponymous, let my name be written on it.
And let these men see who did the right decision,
Who chose to be the one with the dead.
The dead will never lie, the dead will not betray. Will not betray
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Утреннее солнце приготовило закуску для ворон,
Моё отлично прожаренное тело лежит на лужайке.
Это было предначертанно, и все знали,
Конец художника всегда наполнен горем.
И прям перед своей смертью,
Я нарисовал всех и всё, с чем я когда-либо сталкивался.
И всю любовь, ради которой я умер, и всю ненависть, которой я страсно желал,
И все лица, что я видел, и всех, кого я встречал,
И ярко голубое небо, под которым я жил, и грянейшую землю на моих ступнях...
И затем я посмотрел на рисунок,
И всё, что я увидел - был долбанный конец.
Конец человечности, конец всей людской природы.
Я не хотел так жить, я не хотел быль отбросом.
Так пусть же моя могила будь названа в честь меня,
Пусть моё имя будет написано на ней.
И пусть эти люди увидят, кто принял правильное решение,
Кто предпочёл быть единым с мёртвыми.
Мёртвый никогда не обманет, мёртвый не предаст. Не предаст. The morning sun cooked lunch for the crows,
My well-fried body is lying on the lawn.
It was predicted and everybody knew:
The end of an artist is always filled with odium.
And so just before my death,
I drew everything and everyone I ever faced.
And all the love I died for, and all the hate I lusted for,
And all the faces that I've seen, and all the people whom I met,
And bright blue sky I lived beneath, and the dirtiest ground on my feet ...
And then I looked at this picture,
And what I saw was a fucking end.
The end of humanity, the end of the whole human nature.
I did not want to live that way, I did not want to be the scum.
So let my grave be eponymous, let my name be written on it.
And let these men see who did the right decision,
Who chose to be the one with the dead.
The dead will never lie, the dead will not betray. Will not betray
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Morning sun prepare snacks for crows,
My great-done body lies on the lawn.
It was meant to be, and everyone knew
End of the artist is always filled with grief.
And right before his death,
I drew everyone and everything with which I have ever encountered.
And all the love for which I died, and all hatred, which I passionately wanted
And all those that I have seen, and everyone I met,
And the bright blue sky under which I lived, and gryaneyshuyu land on my feet ...
And then I looked at the picture,
And everything that I saw - was fucking end.
The end of humanity, the end of all human nature.
I did not want to live like that, I did not want to profit dropped.
So let my grave be named after me,
Let my name be written on it.
And let these people see who made the right decision,
Who chose to be united with the dead.
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