Текст песни Karl Fisher Band - Пакость

The whole world is preparing a nasty,
Nasty to me.
I act on the nerves,
Land bursting at the seams.
What happens, God? -
Flying in fog question
And the answer from heaven:
& Quot; Your brain bylem Poros & quot ;.

I had empty
Depraved year.
Razverznetsya grave
Before Me forever.
The Apostle Peter laughs,
Latchkey ringing.
That's what happens -
I am, and I am not.

You imbecile, Father,
And your god is not far.
It was you on Tuesday
In bed I zavlёk.
And in the morning, drinking tea,
Disappeared in the foggy mist,
And now in hell
I languish forever.

Green Acres
In my eyes die.
Prayers Commonweal -
Empty monkey work.
I'm glad the Prince of the Night,
He will be faithful to me.
Cracked skin
On the cursed earth.

I'll break away from the tomb,
The nature of cheating,
I will come to you, my dear,
Znoynost destroying dreams.
With superhuman anguish
You remember me,
Bogged down in svalny fornication
And drowned in wine.