Текст песни Porvata Tripper - Dizaster

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Roofs torn from childhood fear
They shout in all eyes, and send on a dick!
I waddle to work in the morning
Cranes and planes are falling ...
Laughing figures crucified in puddles
Broken bastards, full of fools.
In colorful eyes - a foretaste of happiness,
And I smile at you
my DISASTER!

Again comes the rainy day of Monday,
The amount of money decides everything again
I see passers-by so alike
That everyone wants to move in the face ...
But I'm just pathetic, I'm small and insignificant
I am pulverized and almost destroyed
Smiles of acquaintances - like terrible jaws,
So you smile at me
my DISASTER!

(everyone will find an adventure,
after which treatment is needed!)