Текст песни D-Man67 - Последний день

I will not say that we stupidly fucked everything up
I'll just say, they say, drunk here, go on a spree
And where are those children who played football
They were gone, mama, they were stupidly gone
And no matter how much you look, don't fall their cabbage soup
They won't come back again, no matter how cool
They chose the road, this is their muddy path
They made their way into people, but not the point
But not the point until they carry us forward
Little by little we try to get into people, the way
The last day would come, I would get tired
I lay down on my bed and remembered those who helped me
There are not many of them, they exist, and I helped them
And I could do a lot more for them, I could
And I'm not proud of the show-offs that were once
For me, no one was dearer than my brother
Essentially I'm proud of what I've done in this life
Even though I have not yet had time to repay my debt to my fatherland
But I am sure, in another world, I will fulfill everything
What would you do on your last noon
What would you do, living the last day?
Would you go on the attack or hide under the cardboard?
Gnawing carbon? Or went to a drug den?
We fucked up mom, we all slept